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And what was the woman doing in the restroom, anyway? Everyone was gone. Mason had been assigned the job of getting the maid of honor to the rehearsal dinner. He wasn’t sure if he was a lucky bastard or if he would regret this task in a few hours.

Jenna was a looker all right. That wasn’t the issue at all. He wanted her like he’d never craved any woman before from across a room. But she was off limits. Rafe had given him the evil eye when his sweet bride made the suggestion of leaving Mason behind to wait for Jenna, and then Katy had been swept out the door by her family.

“Don’t even think about it,” Rafe had growled. “She’s Katy’s best friend, and I have to live with her for the rest of my life. I can’t have my best friend fucking her in the car and then leaving the pieces for me to clean up.”

Mason had chuckled as he’d leaned casually against the wall where he’d been commanded to wait for Jenna by the innocent Katy. “You know me better than that. I rarely fuck a woman in the back of my car.”

Rafe inched toward him and glared at him hard. “I do know you. And I saw the look on your face when you first laid eyes on her. You had her so flustered, she couldn’t hold on to that ridiculous bow thing.”

Mason grinned. “I can’t help the effect I have on women.”

“Yeah, but you can help your reaction to it. Please, just get her to the dinner and keep your hands to yourself. She’s way too innocent for the likes of you, and I want her delivered in the same shape she arrived here in. Got it?”

“I’m so insulted.” Mason gave a fake gasp. Rafe knew him well enough that the warning was warranted. He sobered. “My dick stays in my pants. Got it.” He nodded.

It was only a half-hour drive to the restaurant, but it was going to seem like hours.

The restroom door finally opened, and Mason stood upright, smoothing his shirt down. What’s the matter with you? You act like a teenage boy on a blind date. Get a grip. “Ready?” His voice sounded crackly. Good grief.

“Yep. Sorry, I…” She didn’t finish the sentence.

He figured he could finish it for her. “I was just trying to pull myself together after you tipped my world upside down when you entered the church.”

For heaven’s sake, Mason. Cocky much?

“No problem. Katy asked me to wait for you and give you a ride.”

“Yeah, she told me.” She finally lifted her gaze to his, nibbling her lower lip on one side and wringing her hands together in front of her.

God almighty she was sexy. He loved how innocent and timid she appeared, and he loved how he affected her even more. She was turned on by him, and he liked it. The way she stood there, with her hands together at her belly button, pushed her breasts high on her chest. She still had the alluring blush he wanted to lick with his tongue. It spread down her face and across her chest. He wondered if it would feel hot to the touch, and he had to force himself to ball his hands into fists to keep from stroking her skin.

His eyes didn’t obey any commands, however. He couldn’t keep from gazing at her cleavage and wondering how low that blush reached. Would her breasts be creamy white? Or would they have the same red flush of embarrassment and arousal?

The dark maroon dress she wore fit her perfectly. It matched his shirt as though they’d known each other and planned to arrive this way. The skirt was short—not so short as to be slutty, but short enough to entice his imagination to wonder what she wore underneath.

She didn’t wear stockings, and he loved the bare expanse of creamy skin on her thighs and down her legs. That also meant her ass was bare underneath, with the exception of possibly a thong. She didn’t wear full panties. He’d watched her ass as she’d left him to head for the bathroom earlier, and there were no panty lines he could detect under her tight dress.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Let’s go then,” he muttered. He stepped to her side and lifted his arm for her to take with her dainty fingers. It seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do. Oh, who was he kidding? He loved the feel of her holding his bicep. He wanted to experience that again. He might not have permission to make love to her in the car, but he wouldn’t deny himself every opportunity to touch her.

At least he could get to know her. Maybe Rafe was wrong about her. Maybe she wasn’t as sweet and innocent as Rafe assumed. Sure. Right.

It was a good thing Mason led her to the car. She stood tall at his side, her head held high, although tall for her was a whopping five four at best. But she stumbled several times, and he could picture her sprawled out on her knees if she hadn’t been holding his arm.