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Jenna swallowed. “Oh.”

Mason released her and took her hand again to lead her back toward the bar area. Holding her behind him, he leaned across the bar and requested another water. This time he twisted off the top and handed it to her first. The gesture could have meant nothing, and perhaps he had no idea how every move he made endeared her to him, but the way he cared for her, seeing to her needs before his own, always watching intently for her responses, made her heart leap in her chest.

Jenna drank half the bottle, not realizing how thirsty she was, before she handed it off to Mason.

“You want to go?” he asked.

“Whatever you want…Sir.” She smiled.

“Oh, you’re going to test me every day, aren’t you?”

“Probably.”

He hugged her tight and then headed for the exit. He mumbled in her ear as he aimed her toward the doorman. “I want to fuck you so bad, I can’t stand it. And I don’t feel like sharing you with the entire world. Come home with me?”

Jenna shivered. All she managed was a nod. She’d come, hard, but her pussy leaped to attention, and she wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside her. It would be a miracle if they made it back to his place.





Chapter Fifteen


On the ride back to Mason’s house, he kept his hand on Jenna’s thigh the entire trip. He needed contact with her, and he knew he probably held her too tightly, but he couldn’t help it. And if he loosened his grip and allowed himself to stroke her soft skin instead, he would end up swerving off the road.

He didn’t remember much of the drive, but somehow they pulled into his garage, and he was out of the car and around the hood in seconds. Jenna’s grin told him she knew what he was thinking and didn’t fault him for his haste.

He ushered her into the kitchen through the entrance from the garage. As soon as the door shut, Mason turned to her and pressed her against the door.

“You have a thing for kitchens,” she muttered.

Mason smirked, and then he took her lips in a deep kiss, grasping her head and tilting it to one side until he had her where he wanted her. When he finally pulled back an inch for air, her face was flushed, and she had her fingers threaded into the loops of his black jeans. “I have a thing for you. Plus, you said it yourself, I can be a bit of a perv.” He glanced down. “Have I mentioned how much I love this dress?”

“You might have.” She pasted a coy expression on her face and bucked her torso into his erection.

The leather section that barely covered her breasts did nothing to hide her nipples as they poked into the material. He lowered his hands to cup and mold both breasts at once, lifting them in his palms and squeezing until she moaned. God, he loved that sound.

Not wanting to waste another minute, he reached for the hem of her dress, fisted the skirt in his hands, and pulled it over her head, forcing her fingers to release him and rise high above her head. “As sexy as you are in that dress, I’ve been wanting to remove it ever since you put it on.”

Jenna swallowed. “Again I’m naked, and you’re decidedly not.” She nodded at his waist, her gaze landing on the bulge in the front of his jeans. Her fingers shook as she reached for the button on his jeans.

She fumbled for several moments but finally freed him, lowering the zipper until his cock sprung out. She wrapped her tiny fingers around his length and squeezed gently.

Mason closed his eyes and tipped his head back, luxuriating in her touch. Already he loved the way it felt to have her hands on him. His body craved her smooth fingers, the way they danced across his skin. Rarely had he ever let a woman touch him directly in the past.

Jenna was opening his world to a whole new dimension.

Not bothering with the buttons on his shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. He kicked off his shoes and shimmied his jeans the rest of the way down his legs to step out of them. When he was as naked as Jenna, he wrapped his hand around hers on his shaft and squeezed against the sensation. “You have to release me, or I’m going to come in your hand.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“It’s not my first choice right now.” He wrenched her fingers off him and lifted her hand over her head. After joining that hand with the other, he held them both in one of his and roamed his free hand down her body, touching her everywhere.

The tiny noises that escaped her lips made him harder. She squirmed as he stroked her breasts, her nipples, her belly. When he reached between her legs, nudging them wider with his knee, he found her wet and ready for him.

Suddenly he wanted more with her. Instead of taking her against the door or the counter, he wanted something…real. His instinct to dominate her still drove him, but this time he wanted her to know how he felt about her.