Some of the ice in Mason’s eyes melts. “I do, but I also need you to understand that you’re in way over your head.”
I frown. “I do.”
“You don’t.” Mason shakes his head and turns back to Noah. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Noah turns an angry shade of red. “You didn’t seriously drag her down here to flaunt your relationship and then ask me for advice, did you?”
Mason chuckles. “That wasn’t flaunting. If I wanted to rub it in your face, you’d know.”
A vein pulses in Noah’s neck.
In a few quick strides, Mason is in front of me again, and he pulls me against him. I start to voice my protest as his hands trail down my neck and stop over my chest. My pulse is hammering now, and my chest is heaving as Mason moves his hand from my neck to my chest.
He squeezes, and desire pools in my stomach. “How does it feel to know you never made her feel this way?”
I feel Noah’s eyes on me, but I can’t look at him.
“Look how eager she is.” Mason’s voice slides like silk across my skin. “So willing, and I’ve barely done anything.”
“You’re disgusting,” Noah spits, fury coating his tone. “That doesn’t prove anything.”
Mason’s hand moves further down, and I inhale sharply when he stops over the waistband of my jeans.
God forgive me, but I want him to touch me.
I want it so badly I can barely think straight.
All I can imagine is his long and deft fingers stroking my wet bundle of nerves.
Mason’s mouth moves to my ear, and he tugs on the lobe. “She was wasted on you. I could tell from the moment I saw you two together. She needed a real man.”
“Mason, stop. I—” I cut off when he begins to stroke me, eyes rolling to the back of my head. “We can’t.”
“We can,” Mason says into my ear. “I’m sure Noah wants to get on with his life. I’m just offering him some incentive.”
His hot breath against my skin is doing strange things to my insides, as is the sound of his voice, smooth velvet caressing every inch of me.
Goosebumps break out across my flesh, and I shiver as Mason’s hands move to cup my behind. He rubs himself against me, and I sag against him.
“Mason, we have to stop.”
Mason kisses me behind my ear before turning to address Noah.
“You know she still cares about you, even though you’re a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve it. You betrayed her trust and put her and her parents in danger just to get me out of the picture in the hopes she would run back into your arms.”
Mason throws him a look before he turns back to me.
“You’ve done nothing to earn her love, Noah, and certainly not enough to keep it, but here we are,” Mason continues. “She still can’t bear to see you get hurt even though you have it coming, but I think that says more about her than it does about you.”
My hands are trembling as I reach behind my back and wind my fingers through Mason’s hair. “Please.”
Mason tenses, and I wonder if he’s going to keep pushing just to prove a point.
This is as much for me as it is for Noah.
He has us both where he wants us, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop him.
Mason stops rubbing against me, and a rush of cold air moves between us. He takes a few more steps away, and I wrap my arms around myself and wait for the air to rush back into my lungs. When I finally turn to look at Mason, he is standing by the window in the corner, bathed in the silver light of the moon.
