Chapter Three
Piper took anotherlarge sip of the Scotch but it didn’t help stop the frantic pound of her heart. Unlike her sister, she’d never been very good at blatant flirting.And I decide to try now, with Mason Hunter?
She had the feeling he could eat her for breakfast and still be starving for more.
Yes, please.She looked down at her glass in the vain hope he might not see the telltale blush heating her from her head to her toes. Did she really think he’d leap to the conclusion she wanted him to stay the night, because her sister was away?
Do I really want him to stay the night?The glass almost slipped through her nerveless fingers because of course she did. She’d wanted him from the first time they’d met. It was wrong, but what were the chances she’d ever have such a perfect opportunity again?
“Is that right.” It wasn’t a question, and his low, sexy voice set off a thousand butterfly wings in her stomach. At least he hadn’t laughed in her face. She might just’ve died if he had.
“She’s not back until Sunday night.” She sounded as though she smoked a hundred a day. She risked glancing up at him and then couldn’t tear her gaze away. He hadn’t moved but he seemed to take up all the space in the room, towering over her as though he owned her.
“Is there something you want from me, Piper?”
I want you to take me to bed and scorch every teenage dream I ever had of you from my mind.Maybe then she could finally close the door on the Hunters and get on with her life.
“I…” Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. Panic gripped her.Why did I start this?She was no siren. She wasn’t even that experienced. Trying to seduce Mason was aterribleidea.
“Come here.”
She’d moved toward him before her brain even registered the command. He plucked the glass from her hand and placed it on the bookshelf, next to his. He didn’t touch her, but her skin burned as he slowly raked his gaze over her face.
“Mason.” She had no idea what she was going to say but it didn’t matter because he pressed his finger against her lips. A barely there touch, and she felt it all the way to her sensitive clit.
“If you don’t want this to go any further, tell me to leave right now.”
He’s taking up my challenge.Her stomach lurched and she didn’t know if it was from anticipation or shock. She shook her head, since there was no way she could find the words.
“Just so you know, I like it dirty and rough. You sure you’re up for that?”
Her knees shook. She clenched her fists so she didn’t grab his fabulous biceps and beg him for it. “Yes.” She didn’t recognize her voice. She didn’t recognizeherself.
“You want me to stay?” His smoky voice wrapped around her and for one heart stopping second the tip of his finger stroked her parted lips.Feels like heaven.“Say it, Piper. Or I’m out of here.”
No guy had ever made her say that before. Then again, she’d only ever slept with two guys and neither of them had made her skin burn and sex throb the way Mason did.
“I want you to stay.”
Something flashed in his eyes. Satisfaction?Triumph? It vanished almost instantly. Had she imagined it?Does it even matter?
He clasped her hair and her plait slid across his palm. She could barely even feel his touch but her breath still stalled in her throat. If she didn’t calm down she was going to come before they even got naked.
Heart pounding, she trailed a path across the hard bulge of his bicep. How many times had she dreamed of doing this? It was nothing compared to the reality of his hot flesh beneath her questing fingers.
He growled and wrapped her plait around his fist and jerked her forward. She gasped and grabbed his arm, even though there was no danger of her falling over. His eyes were dark, the green almost obliterated, and he wound his arm around her waist, holding her close.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you.” She gave a breathless laugh, because Mason was big and tough and beautiful wasn’t a word any sane person would call him.
His teeth flashed in a mocking smile, as though he didn’t believe her. “Hold that thought,” he said and then his mouth claimed hers.
It wasn’t rough or brutal like she expected. It was oddly tender, as though he was tasting rather than taking; exploring rather than plundering. She forked her fingers through his short hair and gripped his head.
This was so good. She pressed closer, needing more, and his erection dug into her stomach. A needy moan escaped and he laughed inside her mouth. She’d never felt anything like it.
His grip tightened around her hair and he forced her head back. She gasped up at him, her hands slipping from his head to clutch his powerful shoulders. “Take this off.” He traced a finger from her throat, between her breasts and lingered on the belt of her pants.
