I could hear the waves crashing against the sand as we walked closer. Mason's condo was the last one in the row and the closest to the beach. We climbed the stairs and I could make out the surf pounding the shore while he punched in the combination on the lock.
"Why do you have a combination lock?" I asked.
"This unit is for sale." He opened the door for me. "Although, after today it looks like I'm going to be spending more time here so I might need to find a new place to live."
I took in the condo. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of something personal. Something that would tell me more about him. But it was a perfect model unit. Nothing was out of place. The only thing that looked like it belonged to Mason was the laptop glowing on the glass dining table. There was a short pile of folders stacked next to it.
"Nice." I admired the furnishings.
"Eden did the decorating. But check this out." He pulled me toward the balcony. "You can see the entire beach from here."
I leaned over the railing. He was right. On the right the famous South Padre hotels jutted out over the beach. On the left were a few cottages before the park began.
"It's beautiful here. Why don't you keep it?"
He had that faraway look again. "Nah. I'm not meant to stay here. I'm here for business. Besides, this is the most expensive unit on the entire property."
"But you have family here. You could keep it."
He turned toward me, and I felt the heat of his stare burn against my lips. I took a slow step back, feeling the wall block my movements.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Mason's eyes locked on me and all I could think about was being kissed by him. I ran my tongue over my lips, wetting them slightly, anticipating the move he was about to make.
He took a step closer, and I felt my heart hit the back of my ribs, it was pounding so strongly. He was sexy as hell. He was smart. Conniving. Powerful and controlling. And if he didn't kiss me there was a chance I would never recover.
His hands cradled my face, and I tilted toward him as his lips lingered against my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing him closer, urgently, forcefully. The kiss was reckless and breathless as our mouths devoured each other with hungry strokes. I eased into his hands as they coasted down my shoulders and entwined at the small of my back. He slowly worked my shirt from my skirt, sliding his hands along my skin, moving in luxurious circles.
I felt the cotton flutter over my skin as the wind danced off the ocean.
I tasted his lips and his tongue, deepening the kiss with each inhale. The tequila was sweet on his breath. His teeth grazed over my bottom lip and I gasped. His hands had worked up my back and landed on the clasp of my bra.
The air around us was salty and heavy from the sea, but it hummed from the warmth building under our skin. A curious kiss had turned into an electric current that was firing so rapidly I wasn't thinking anymore. All I knew to do was to give my body over to Mason Lachlan as he began to unbutton the front of my blouse. His head dipped to kiss below my throat, and he carefully moved the shirt off one shoulder and then the other. His movements were deliberate-intentional in how he wanted to touch me.
My heart beat rapidly against my chest. I stood while he slid the bra off my arms and tossed it on the chair.
The blue eyes, now dark on the balcony, drank in my skin. The look he gave me sent shivers along my arms and between my legs. God, he had to know what he was doing.
He was silent as he bent to kiss my neck and collarbone. My head reeled back at the sensation. His tongue was hot and lethal. I gasped when it flicked over my breast. He looked up at me, smiling wickedly. His mouth covered my nipple and I groaned as he sucked and grazed his teeth against the tender skin. He held me against the wall, exploring my flesh, kissing me, until my knees were trembling with want and weakness.
The sound of the waves echoed off the walls, and I immediately braced myself when I felt his hands wrap around me and lift me from the floor. He settled me on one of the chaise lounges. I hadn't noticed them when we first stepped on the balcony, but there were two side by side. He worked the button on my skirt and began to shimmy it over my hips. It was enough to jar me back to reality.
"Wait," I breathed.
He tossed the skirt on a table. "What is it?" He kissed behind my ear as he lowered his body against mine. He was warm.
"The interview. You promised me an interview tonight." I tried to steady my voice. Nothing in me was calm. Every part was raging to touch him.
His fingers inched over my hips and were roaming the inside of my thigh. I tried to read his expression in the dark.
He sat forward and I helped him with the buttons on his shirt. My body was reacting one way, while my mind was trying to latch onto the idea that I still had work to do. I traced the lines of his chest, taking in the way his body was sculpted and athletic. There were ridges under his ribs, and his muscles flexed along his torso. God, he was sexy.
"Interview?" His mouth was on mine again and I settled against the chaise.
I nodded, although not convincingly. There was a heat burning between my legs which was taking over all rational thought. Logic was drowning and sinking helplessly against his skilled hands. I started to rock lightly as his fingers moved closer.
"Yes." I tried to still my hips. "I have a deadline."
"Go ahead." He hooked the edge of my panties on his thumb and was working them down my thighs. His eyes unyielding. "Ask me a question," he dared.
"I can't interview you like this." I tried to sit forward, but realized I made it that much easier for him to finish his task. I was completely naked.
"Why not?" His hand ran along my ankle, crossing over my knee until he had pressed my thigh to the side.
I groaned as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my leg, sending pulses to my core.
"Afraid you can't concentrate?" He bent to blow air across my breast. It was delicious torture the way he kissed me before moving on to the next part of my body. It made the tightening feeling in my stomach lurch with pleasure. Too much pleasure.
I reached for the buckle on his pants. To hell with concentration. I needed this man. He was driving me wild, teasing and toying with me.
"I don't want to concentrate," I whispered. I slid the leather belt from the loops, and freed him from his slacks. I watched in awe as he shed his boxer briefs on the deck floor.
This was a man who could have been sculpted from a block of stone. I stared in disbelief at the symmetry of his body. My palms pressed against the flesh over his heart. He was warm and solid.
"Good." He settled between my legs, kissing me tenderly. "Because this is all I can think about."
His tongue parted my lips and I greedily sucked and kissed him, desperate to stop the burning that was raging through my body. It had built to a peak that was so consuming I thought the pain would start to rip me apart if he didn't fill me. I pressed my nails deep into his back, urging him to take me.
He hovered over me, his eyes piercing even in the dark. "You're beautiful, you know that?"
I wrapped one leg against his waist, pushing him toward me. I arched forward ready to take him, needing to feel him, wanting him to rock my body into total oblivion.
He held strong against my efforts. I searched his eyes. "Is something wrong?" I asked completely breathy.
He rested on his palms. His movements slowed.
He sat back on his heels. He shook his head, running in hands through his hair. "Damn it. I'm sorry. I think I let things get too carried away." He reached for his boxer briefs and stood to pull them on over his toned legs.
"Carried away?" It sounded accusatory and slightly whiny. I sat forward, realizing none of my clothes were in arm's reach. I was naked on display on the balcony. I tucked my knees to my chin, unable to look at him.
He dropped my clothes in a pile at the end of the chair. "Yeah. We have an interview to do. I'm sorry. Get dressed and meet me inside."
Before I could protest or wallow in my utter humiliation, he walked inside the condo, sliding the glass door behind him.
7
Mason
What the fuck just happened? I walked into the bedroom and grabbed a T-shirt from the top dresser drawer. I pulled a pair of running shorts on and headed for the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water, knowing full well I needed to soak in a damn ice bath after what almost happened on the balcony. What was I thinking?
I paced, running my hands through my hair. She was sexy, gorgeous, smart as hell and somehow I had forgotten she was a reporter.
I felt my body go rigid thinking about what a disaster it could have been. I almost fucked the girl on my balcony. I shouldn't be surprised. She was after something no one had ever gotten.