Mason sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Because I asked him to,” he mutters, his head dropping back against the seat.
“Unbelievable! Do you have any idea how fucked up this is?”
“Watch your language,” he scolds me.
“Fuck yo—”
Before I can finish, he unbuckles my seat belt and tugs me across the seat to straddle him. One hand finds my hip while the other glides up my neck.
“I do what I do so that I know you are safe. I have an overwhelming need to protect you, Nina, and I won’t apologise for it,” he whispers, quiet enough that Vinny can’t hear. His eyes skim every inch of my face as if he can’t pick a feature to settle on.
“I want to take you out.” His features soften, his thumb stretching up to brush across my cheek. “Please, don’t fight me on this. This isn’t me.” He shakes his head, his eyes resolute. “You make me fucking crazy.” The feel of his fingers flexing against my hips makes me shudder. “Give me a chance to show you.” He licks at his bottom lip, his mouth so close I can almost taste him. “One more night. If you still hate me after that, then I’ll leave you alone.”
I sit back on his lap. “Like a date?”
“You can call it whatever you want.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. “I don’t hate you, Mason.”
He smirks, all cocky, and although I love the way he is looking at me, the way he feels beneath me, I know I need to make this harder for him.
“Say please,” I taunt softly into his ear.
“Baby,” he rasps, making my stomach bottom out. “You know what will happen if you demand my manners.”
I ground down on him, brazenly rolling my hips over his cock as if I have every right in the world to do it. As if he ismine. “Say. Please.”
He tips his chin up at me, dropping his dark eyes to my lips. “Please.”
Leaning in, I brush my mouth over his. “I’ll think about it, Bossman.” I smile, climbing from his lap and back to my seat.
He shakes his head at me as he rearranges himself in his trousers. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
Glancing out the window, I notice we are nearly at the studio, and then realisation sinks in. I look to Vinny, feeling mortified that I allowed the sex maniac beside me to corrupt me. My cheeks heat.
Sensing Mason’s eyes on me, I look at him.
“Vinny, give us a minute, please,” he asks.
Vinny exits the car and stands at the entrance of the studio.
I should be mad at Mason. He completely violated my privacy by having me followed and then made a show of himself and me in the café. But something bigger, more powerful than my anger, wins out.
Sat twisted in my seat, I chew on my bottom lip as a smile slowly forces its way onto my face. His large hand grasps me at the back of the neck, pulling me forward onto his waiting mouth—and I let him.
His forehead creases as our lips touch, a deep sigh leaving him as if the kiss is as necessary as the air he breathes. His tongue swipes through my mouth, seeking mine out and deepening the kiss. My body goes lax as I melt into him, my hand smoothing through his hair.
We kiss for what feels like hours, neither one of us able to pull ourselves away, and it’s not until my fingers inch up his thigh, reaching for him, that he finally releases my lips.
A whimper leaves me.
He drops his forehead to mine, his lips wet and swollen from our kiss, and he looks at me with so much desire in his eyes it has me paralysed in my seat.
Not being able to help himself, he gives me one more soft kiss before letting me go.
“I will pick you up at seven thirty tomorrow evening,” he tells me.
I nod, too overwhelmed by the man in front of me to speak.
