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Or maybe you got bowled over by a ten-ton hunk of testosterone that took over your brain cells and turned you into a pile of Jell-O.

Either way, she needed to pull herself together before she embarrassed herself any more or ruined Katy’s weekend. This isn’t about you. It’s about your friend. Get your head in the game.

But the only thing occupying her mind was the feel of Mason’s warm, smooth, hard skin. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. His muscles flexed with each sway of his arm as he’d walked her down the aisle. She could smell his scent lingering on her skin, and she pressed her palm against her nose and closed her eyes to inhale him again. Whatever combination of soap and aftershave and…Mason…he wore, she liked. In fact, she moaned as she realized she was squeezing her legs together against the tight ball of need that had taken up residence inside her.

She’d never reacted like this to any man. Ever. And it unnerved her to think all her blood had congregated in her pussy, making her stupid. No wonder her brain cells wouldn’t organize and cooperate. The man had a spell on her.

Jenna Mathews did not do spells of any kind. She was an organized, deliberate woman with goals and plans that didn’t include falling on her face over a guy. Yep, keep repeating that mantra.

What the hell was wrong with her today? Maybe she didn’t eat enough before the rehearsal. Yeah, that’s it. Keep telling yourself that also. A snack will erase all your hormones.

Jenna set her forehead on the cool metal door to the stall. It soothed her heated skin and helped her find her wits. Half of them at least.

“Jenna?” Katy’s sweet, gentle voice rang in the small restroom. “You okay? Mason said you were in here.”

Shit. Jenna hadn’t heard her friend enter. “I’m in here.” She tried to sound normal. Just a gal using the toilet.

“You feeling okay? You’re acting kinda strange.”

“I do feel a bit warm, actually. I’m sure it’s nothing. Give me a second. I’ll be right out.”

“Okay. I hope you aren’t coming down with something.” Katy’s worry was palpable in the enclosed space. Jenna pictured her friend biting her lip and knew her mind would be scrambling to figure out how the next twenty-four hours would play out if her maid of honor were sick.

“No worries. I feel better already. I think I got dehydrated maybe. I didn’t drink enough water today.” Jenna bit her own lip at the lie and cringed. Or I sweated off everything I drank for a week when your fiancé’s friend entered the room and sucked up all the oxygen.

“All right. Well, we’re all heading to the restaurant now. Everyone’s in their cars. Mason is going to wait for you and bring you over, okay?”

What? Shit. Shit. Shit. It wasn’t as though she could say no. Katy was freaked out enough, what with Jenna paying no attention to the rehearsal, dropping the bouquet, and fleeing the lobby as though she had ants in her pants. She gulped past the lump in her throat and squeaked out a reply. “Got it. Okay. Tell him I’ll be right out.”

“You sure you’re okay? You sound…off.”

“Yep. I feel better already.”

She could kick herself for not driving to the church in the first place. Why had she let Katy and Rafe pick her up? That idea now sucked big time. The last thing she needed was a long drive across town alone in a confined space with a man who left her no air and made her panties wet.

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Mason leaned against the wall outside the women’s room as casually as he could manage. His body wasn’t listening to the commands from his brain, but he hoped everyone else was oblivious to his plight. Especially the woman who had yet to emerge from the restroom.

Jenna Mathews. Holy fuck. Rafe had told him about Jenna. Of course he had. Rafe wasn’t a man to leave out any sort of details about anything. He’d rambled about Jenna’s tiny frame, her long straight dark hair, her smooth white skin. They were simply details about a random chick.

Not anymore. That woman punched him in the gut as soon as he sidled up next to Rafe at the front of the church and lifted his gaze. Whatever she lacked in grace, she made up for in body. At least as far as Mason was concerned.

And God, how he loved the way he rattled her. He grinned to himself alone in the hallway. She’d been interested all right. More than interested. She’d soaked in every inch of his body with her gaze. The blush she wore when she caught his eye was so alluring his cock hardened right in front of the minister.

This was so unlike him. Mason never let a woman get under his skin. But something about Jenna undid him. He still sported a hard-on from hell that wouldn’t go down.