As soon as we’re safely in my apartment—and Mason has checked every room—he’s on the phone to the cops. “They’ll be here in the next hour,” he tells me, obviously frustrated they didn’t consider it an emergency.
“Okay, I may as well throw the lasagna in the oven. I’m starving.” Two officers show up at my door nearly two hours later. They ask a few questions and fill out a report. Mason glares in their direction as they leave.
“Indy’s finest,” he growls. “They were a lot of help.”
“Not much they can do. They dusted the car and the note for fingerprints. There are no cameras back there,” I reply with a yawn.
“I have a security company that works with me. I’ll put them on it in the morning. They can keep an eye on you, too. You need to be careful, Evie. Keep your phone on you, and don’t go anywhere alone.”
“Mason, it’s sweet you’re so worried about me, but really, you’re overreacting. I don’t need some bodyguard following me around.”
“Fine, but I’m having them investigate.”
“Uh-huh,” I agree. I’m sleepy and it’s easier than arguing.
His face softens. “Let’s get you to bed. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”
Mason watches me with hooded eyes as I strip off my jeans and sweatshirt. Warm hands run up my sides before unclipping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. His lips are on my neck before I can take a breath. “So soft,” he murmurs. “Such beautiful skin.”
God, that voice. I turn around and seal my mouth to his, drinking in his taste as we remove his clothes. A growl rumbles through his chest when I squeeze his ass, and I’m scooped up and placed on the bed. I’ve never had a guy carry me to bed before him, and being swept up in those strong arms is a major turn on.
I lay on my back as he pulls off my lace panties and straddles my thighs, kneeling over me. “You have any clue whatyou do to me, Evie?” he asks, lust filled eyes sweeping over my body.
“I have a pretty good idea,” I reply, my eyes on the rock hard proof bobbing over me. His eyes slam shut when I sit up and wrap my lips around him. I want to see this sexy confident man lose control. I want him at my mercy, and I get my wish. He’s too big for me to take all of him, but I do my best. Judging by the unrestrained moans and the way air hisses through his clenched teeth, he’s far from disappointed.
I love the way his hands cup my face, his fingers stroking lightly over my cheeks. Before he loses it completely, he pulls back and pushes me back onto the bed. His brow is furrowed as he quickly rolls on a condom, and my legs wrap around his hips, urging him on.
A wicked little half smile curls his lip when his fingers find me soaking wet. “So wet from sucking me,” he teases, and I feel myself flush. I love and hate his dirty talk. No, I love it.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I barely get the words out before he obeys my order. Oh, does he obey it. It doesn’t feel like fucking this time. Even when he’s pounding into me, his eyes are on mine, and there’s an undeniable connection. It relieves an ache, a loneliness I didn’t even realize I had, and it scares the living shit out of me. I knew he was going to be trouble.
Chapter Five
A persistent buzzing wakes me early the next morning. Whoever is calling me this early is in deep shit. I snatch the vibrating phone from the nightstand and regard it with bleary eyes. I’m met with a picture of a smiling brunette and the wordsSelena calling. Who? Shit, this isn’t my phone. It’s Mason’s.
Sitting up, I can hear water running. Mason’s in the shower. After one more peek at the brunette’s picture, I return his phone to the table. I really didn’t mean to snoop. It’s none of my business who she is. That’s what I tell myself as I flop back into bed and pull the covers over my head.
I’m tempted to join Mason in the shower, but after last night, I’m pretty sore. I hear his deep chuckle before he crawls under the covers with me. “You really aren’t a morning person, are you?”
“You’ve got me figured out,” I reply, wrapping my arms around him.
“Can I lure you out with waffles? I know a great little café near here.”
“I don’t know. Last time I went there, I was followed by a stalker and his buddies.”
“Brothers,” he corrects.
“What?” I flip the blankets off of us.
“I was there with my brothers, Alex and Parker.”
“It’s unfair for one family to hoard that much hotness.”
He growls and pins me to the bed. “I’m the hot one here. Don’t you forget it.” His stubble rasps against my neck and he nips my earlobe.
“Do you have any sisters?”
