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“There is no ‘us,’ Mason. You took care of that. Remember?” She caught the door handle with one finger.
“It might be a good idea for me to explain.”
“And I think it might be a good idea for you to go straight to hell, but I told you that already, didn’t I? Ten years ago. If not, then consider the request retroactive.”
“Damn it, Bliss, don’t you think I’ve been there?”
She arched a cool brow. “I don’t really care.”
“Liar!” This time he reached forward so quickly she gasped. Strong fingers surrounded her arm.
“Obviously we need to talk a little more,” he said, pressing his face so close to hers she noticed the furious dilation of his pupils, felt the warmth of his breath on her already-hot skin. Determination glinted in his eyes.
“I don’t think so.”
“There are things you don’t know.”
She tried to hold on to her rapidly disintegrating composure and yank her arm away, but his steely grip only tightened. Her heart began to thump so wildly she could scarcely breathe. “I’m sure there are, but I’m not interested in ancient history, Mason.”
“Then let’s talk about now.”
“What about now?”
His gaze lowered to her lips and her breath stilled. A dozen memories, erotic and forbidden, waltzed slowly and provocatively through her mind. Her pulse ran rampant. Swallowing against a suddenly tight throat, she said, “Let me go.”
“I made that mistake once before.”
She yanked hard on her arms, but his hand only gripped tighter, his eyes glinting with sheer male persistence. “As I said, I think we should talk about us.”
Her laugh was brittle. “Us. Now? You and me? You can’t be serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life,” he said, though there were doubts in his eyes, as if he, too, remembered the pain and the lies. He pulled her closer to him and she knew in an instant that he was going to kiss her.
“This—this is a mistake.”
“A big one,” he agreed, his breath whispering across her face before his lips found hers in a kiss that questioned and demanded, that was fragile yet firm. A kiss that stole the very breath from her lungs and caused her heart to trip-hammer madly.
Every instinct told her to stop this madness, to pull away; but another part of her, that silly, romantic, feminine part of her, wanted more. Her lips parted and his tongue slid quickly between her teeth, touching and tasting, dancing with her own.
Strong arms surrounded her and his hands splayed possessively over her back. She thought she heard a disturbance somewhere behind her but discarded the sound as part of the rush of blood through her brain. Mason didn’t stop kissing her and Bliss’s heart, damn it, thundered in her chest.
Stop this lunacy now, rational thought insisted.
Don’t ever let him go, her heart replied.
She heard a soft wanting sound and realized it had come from her own throat. It had been so long, so damned long…and she wanted, needed, so much more.
“It’s always been this way with you,” he said as if disappointed, and she realized that their kiss had been a test, to see if he, like her, would respond.
“And it can’t be.” Though her breathing was as ragged as his, she was angry with herself for falling into his trap, for letting her body dictate to her mind. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, let this happen again. “It…just can’t.”
Slowly he let go of her. Shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, he cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Of course you did,” she retorted. “You just didn’t expect to be affected.”
“So now you’re a shrink?”
“Well?”
