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react to Theodore this way. Hell, she hardly reacted to Theodore
at all. But Mason… She didn’t quite dare tell Mason seriously how hot he was,
because she didn't want him to know how badly she'd secretly lusted for him,
since virtually the day she’d met him. But she was pretty sure there wasn't a
sexier guy on the planet.

 
 
 
    Chapter 3
    After a few minutes, Mason's
breathing began to steady. He reached for his t-shirt and used it to mop off
his chest, then looked over at her.
    "Your turn," he said.
    She could still feel the insistent,
desperate burning between her legs, but at his words, her cheeks began to burn,
too. No, she thought. She couldn't possibly do... that ... with him watching. It was just too intimate.
    Besides, she had a boyfriend. Well,
maybe it was more accurate to say she'd had a boyfriend, before she'd put her hands all over another guy and watched him
come.
    But things didn’t actually have to
change between her and Theodore. He didn't really have to know about this, did
he? It wasn't like she and Mason had totally crossed the line, after all. She'd
just kind of... watched. Her participation had been minimal.
    Well, okay, maybe a little more
than minimal. But still.
    The fact was, it had all been a
mistake, and there was no way she was going to compound her mistake by letting
Mason watch while she... no. Definitely no.
    He watched her intently, his eyes
glittering like emeralds in the dim light as he observed the emotions playing
across her face. "You're wimping out on me, aren't you?"
    "I'm not wimping out,"
she answered, rising from the couch and moving toward her shirt, which had been
discarded on the floor. "I just... came to my senses. That's all."
    "Hold it." He stood up,
zipped up his jeans, crossed in front of her, and grabbed her up by the waist.
"No way am I letting you go when you're this turned on."
    "I'm not turned on," she
said, trying very hard to maintain her air of regal dignity. Considering he was
holding her captive, she guessed she wasn't succeeding very well.
    But she really didn’t want to get
away. His hands felt good against her bare skin, strong and warm, and at his
touch she felt more moisture well from the recesses of her body. Geez. Her
panties were soaked.
    "Crap," he answered
flatly. "You're totally turned on, Lora. I can tell by the way you’re
breathing. You practically came when I did."
    At the blunt words, she felt a
spasm deep inside her body. Damn it .
He was right. She'd been right on the edge of orgasm for a while, and she
needed release very, very badly.
    But she could take care of that
herself. She didn't need Mason for that. She didn't need Mason at all.
    He didn't seem to agree. His hands
moved over her, and within thirty seconds she was totally naked. To her own
surprise, she did nothing to stop him. Then again, she hardly had the chance.
He was damned efficient, she thought, feeling the cool air from the open window
against her skin, sending a rush of goosebumps over her body and hardening her
nipples to aching peaks. She heard a low growl and knew he'd noticed.
    He pulled her toward the couch,
then lifted her bodily and sat her on its back. She lowered her feet to the
cushions and blinked at him, puzzled.
    "Ordinarily I sit on the
cushions."
    "Not this time." He
looked at her with hot eyes. "Spread your legs."
    She thought about snarking that he
ought to say please , but decided she
wasn't in any mood to play Miss Manners. Obediently, she parted her thighs.
    She realized that he had a much
better view when she was sitting on the back of the couch than he would have if
she'd been sitting in her customary seat. He seemed to enjoy the view, because
he stared at her for a long moment. His eyes flared with a sensual heat.
    "Spread them even wider,"
he said softly. "And put your left foot up on the arm of the couch."
    She did as he directed. Suddenly
her body was so exposed to his hungry stare that it was embarrassing, or would
have been, if she