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“You’re out late.” Mason’s voice sounds faint enough to be a dream, tempting me to keep my eyes closed indefinitely. His hot breath tickles my neck. “Aren’t you worried about getting mugged?”
“Not here.” When I open my eyes, he’s standing right beside me. The heat ripples off his warm body, seducing my senses. “What are you doing out here?”
“Just out for a stroll.” A hint of beer drifts on the breeze, and I study him. He’s not drunk. Not even close. Just out for a drink. But with who? Jealousy courses through my veins like molten lava. I heard a whispered rumor about a date he went on recently. I have no right to feel this way, even if we did have some pretty hot hate sex last night.
“Not taking her home then?”
He lifts one corner of his mouth, his grin devilish as hell. “Jealous, babe?”
I’m not sure how it happened, but we’re tucked away in the entrance alcove behind the pillar. Hidden. Safe from prying eyes.
I should push him away, but I want to pull him close. The last time my back was pressed up against this stone wall in the dead of night, Mason’s hand was down my pants. I squeeze my thighs together, but it’s not enough to sever the desire building in my core. “You wish.”
“Want me all to yourself, do you?” He cages me in against the wall, hands pressed into it on either side of my head. Our bodies lightly brush, my nipples hardening. As if the damn things are reaching for his hard chest.
My breathing grows heavier by the second. “Is that such a bad thing?”
“Depends.”
I can’t stop looking at his lips. I’ve craved his kiss for three long years. But I don’t know if he’s punishing me right now or just as desperate for me as I am for him. Last night was hot, but it wasn’t nearly enough. For the first time, I question—really question—if leaving was the right answer. Or was it the biggest mistake of my life?
“Willow, either you tell me what’s on that troubled mind of yours, or I’m going home.”
I’m not ready to confess that I lied about the movie role. I don’t know why the words are so hard to form, but they are. I deflect with a half-truth. “I’m heartbroken this place is shut down. I wish I could buy it.”
“Maybe after you get paid for your new lead role, you can.” He pushes off the wall, the irritation rippling off him in waves.
I don’t think when I throw my hands around his neck and yank him to me. One minute he’s about to walk away, and the next our lips are fused together. Our hungry mouths move as if not a single day has passed. Our tongue swirl in perfect rhythm. I arch my body into his, pressing my breasts against his hard chest.
When he pushes me up against the wall, I feel his pressing into my belly. A soft moan escapes.
“Damn you, Willow,” he growls, backing me all the way in the corner, his body blocking me completely from sight. His hand slides inside my shorts as our kisses deepen with urgency. I moan into his mouth when his fingers make contact with my pussy lips. “Be quiet, or I’ll have to stop.”
He plunges a finger into my channel, and I go instantly up on tip-toe. My eyes roll back in my head. Mason knows every pleasure button I have, and how to activate them all. He grinds his palm against my clit and thrusts two fingers inside me.
“Come on my hand, babe,” he growls low against my ear. His demanding tone nearly sends me over the edge. “I’m going to use this hand to jerk off tonight.”
I bite down hard on my lip as I explode. It takes every ounce of control to keep my reaction to swallowed whimpers. He holds his hand against me until my body stops shuddering and slowly pulls it out of my shorts.
Mason brings his fingers to his mouth and licks my juices from them.
And I damn near come again. “Damn these memories,” I say on a raspy exhale.
“I want every memory to haunt you when you leave me again.”
The apology I owe him lingers on my lips, begging me to find the right words. But before I can get a single one out, he pushes off the wall.
“Go home, Willow.”
CHAPTER10
Mason
“What the hell are you going to do with a theater?” Gran demands the second I’m out of my truck. Today’s track suit is bright teal. Her faux diamond earrings catch the sun and blind me for a moment. She’s holding an axe in one hand and a cocktail in the other, complete with a paper umbrella.
Leave it to Caribou Creek to not keep their trap shut. Though I will admit Gran has sources most don’t. Which makes me hopeful the news hasn’t reached Willow yet. I want to keep this close to the vest for now. All I’ve done is submit an offer. The developer might come back with a higher one and blow my plan to shit.
I grab a pair of gloves from the dashboard and shut my door. “I couldn’t let some money-grubbing developer tear it down.”
