Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(48)

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.