Chapter Eight
As they leftthe bistro, Piper half wondered if Mason would take her back to his place but he didn’t even ask.Did I really expect him to?Why would he, when he’d totally brushed off her offer to cook for them tonight?
Why am I obsessing about it so much?He slung his arm around her shoulders and hugged her tight against his body as they made their way to his car, in a dark corner of the car park. Not being invited to his flat was such a small thing.
No, it’s not.
When he got in the car he gripped the wheel and turned to look at her. “Unbutton your coat.”
Lost in her own thoughts it took her a second to process his comment. “What?” Had she misheard?
“Your coat. I want to see your legs.”
“Mylegs?”
“Just do it.”
He’d never demanded she do anything like that before. It was kind of hot. Slowly she unbuttoned the coat and tugged it open. “Like that?”
He didn’t answer and it was hard to read his expression in the dark. Then he reached over and slid his hand over her thighs and beneath her dress. She gasped as his fingers nudged her tender folds. “Mason…”
“I’ve been fantasizing all night that you were wearing stockings.”
She hitched in a ragged breath. “In the middle of winter? You’ve got to be joking.”
His teeth gleamed in a predatory smile. “Take them off.”
“What, now?” Was heserious?
“Yeah, right now. No one can see you.”
“Well that’s—I mean—”
“You want me to do it for you? You sure about that?”
He really means it.Her sex throbbed and she gave a quick glance outside, just to make sure she really couldn’t be seen. “Knickers as well?”
He groaned, a low throaty sound that sent ripples of need through her blood. “You read my mind.”
She wriggled, tugging at her underwear until they were bunched around her ankle boots. Even though she still wore her dress and a thick coat she felt exposed and deliciously naughty.
“We’re not going to do it in the car, are we?” Because she definitely wasn’t up for that.Am I sure about that?
For answer he crushed his mouth over hers, his big body pinning her to the seat so she couldn’t move. Not that she wanted to. His hand slipped beneath her dress and teased the top of her thigh, straying oh-so-close to where she wanted him, but not quite close enough.
She grasped his shirt and lifted her hips, silently begging for more. He smiled against her lips then pulled back, his hot breath sending erotic shivers across her cheek.
“No,” he said and she struggled to remember what he was talking about. “But you’re going to beg me for it.”
She laughed and panted into his face. “Cocky aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I like to think so.” His leer left her in no doubt that he meant every word of his threat…promise? “Put your hand between your legs.”
Wait. What?
“Now, Piper.”
“I’m…” She had no idea what she wanted to say.
