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By the time the phone rang, he’d already fallen into bed, horny from thinking about her all evening. He’d been halfway to finishing when her voice echoed through the speaker. Talking to her made it worse. He palmed his cock once, and again. He needed release, but not now. He grabbed clothes and hustled from the bedroom. He’d come later, after some close-up time with Andie. Then he’d have every detail of her face and scent committed to memory. It’d be worth the wait.
* * *
MASON
Downtown was busy. Not surprising, the temperature and clear sky made it an ideal night for bar-hopping. His buddies would still be at it, meaning he and Andie had a few less options. If the team saw him out with a woman after ditching them, he’d never hear the end of it. And he’d rather they didn’t have something to ride him about next time out. If anyone was going to ride him, it was Andie.
He stuck his hands in his pockets and shifted his hard-on as inconspicuously as possible. Stupid move, thinking about sex again. His balls would be blue by the time he got home. He cut around a group of Goth wannabes and spotted Andie, sitting on the edge of the fountain. She hadn’t seen him yet. He slowed up and enjoyed his last minute of anonymity.
She’d called this a meeting, and even though he’d corrected her to date, he wasn’t sure she’d agreed. Her outfit definitely said date. The skirt showed lots of shapely leg and the sleeveless shirt hinted at some fine cleavage. Very sexy, top to bottom. The last time a woman had appealed to him this much was…never. Not Stacey, his ex-fiancée, and nobody since, either. He stopped short. Took a breath and let the hit to his system settle. Damn.
She noticed him then. Her face lit up, putting the dozens of strings of white lights decorating the Square to shame. If he previously owned an ounce of cool, it vaporized into the early summer night. He didn’t need a mirror to know his smile went ear to ear.
“You look—” What words could he use without scaring her off? “You look beautiful. And incredibly sexy, if you don’t mind me saying so.” He offered his hand and she took it, letting him pull her to a stand in front of him. The heat of their connection zinged through him. Some long-lost reserve of control sprang up to save him from yanking her body to his and kissing her breathless. He’d have to do it before the night ended. That much he knew.
“Where can I take you?” He kept her hand, adjusting their fingers to link together. “What would you like to do, other than dance?”
Andie’s mouth parted and closed. She shook her head but, to his relief, with a smile on her lips.
“It wasn’t a yes or no question, and if I ask you one of those, I really hope you’ll be nodding, not shaking your head.”
“That’s a safe bet, unless you’re asking if I’m ready to go home.” Her face went pink, an indication of what it cost her to make the statement.
The blush only made him want to kiss her more, but he pushed the greedy thought aside. “No chance of that question happening.” He motioned with their joined hands and they began walking. “Unless I’m asking to go with you.”
ANDIE
Well, now. Fantasizing about sexing it up with Mason was one thing. Knowing that it might become reality before they said goodnight was a whole other ball game. One Andie hadn’t played in years. Even before the separation and divorce, sex had been infrequent—to the extreme—and lackluster. And yes, she blamed that on Scott.
But what if it wasn’t all Scott’s fault? She might be horrible in bed and not know it. Because, let’s face it, being a pro at getting yourself off didn’t guarantee pornographic results with a partner. Especially with a younger man. The whole prospect made her suddenly weak in the knees. She stumbled slightly and turned on her swollen ankle, prompting Mason to wrap his arm around her waist. Totally worth the stab of pain in her leg.
“Sorry about the ankle.”
“The smile on your face makes that hard to believe.”
“I wish I hadn’t hurt you, but I’d be lying if I said I’m sorry that it got you here.”
Even with the wedge-heeled sandals that were killing her ankle, she only reached his chin. She’d been eye-to-eye with Scott. Looking up at a man was kind of sexy. Oh, who was she kidding—it was ten kinds of sexy. So was his firm grip on her waistline.
“You’re putting too much weight on that foot. If you put your arm around me, I could support you better.”
“What are you, a doctor?” Sarcasm or not, she took him up on the suggestion. Her hand slid across his lower back and hooked into a belt loop. The ass that had looked so fine in baseball pants lay a mere hand’s width lower. Itching to grab it as she was, she restrained herself. She was forty, after all, not fourteen.
Mason steered her toward a small restaurant. “How about here?”
“It looks busy.” And by busy, she meant bright. Outside, with moonlight and intermittent streetlights, she was relatively comfortable. But once they were across from each other, under the unforgiving glare of hanging pendant lamps, there’d be no escaping the obvious—their age difference. “Plus, it’s nice out. Maybe some place with a patio instead.”
They’d stopped on the sidewalk. The set of his body indicated they weren’t going any farther. Neither would her fantasy date after a few minutes at a table. At least she didn’t have to worry about her bedroom skills anymore.
“Patio next time. Let’s go in and get one of those tables at the back.” He squeezed her waist. “I don’t want to share you with everyone on Dundas Street. I want you to myself tonight.”
The promise in his voice made her tingle. Mistake or not, she let him lead her to the door. Well, there were worse places to be humiliated than a quiet bistro with semi-private seating.
A cute little thing of about twenty-five led them to the booth Mason requested. Sashayed in front of them better described her action.
Mason’s hand stayed on the small of Andie’s back, and when she peeked over her shoulder, his eyes were on her, not the perky butt in front of them. Go figure.
Andie eased onto the maroon upholstery, giving the hostess a smug smile when she caught her openly gawking. Mason’s preference had the younger woman stumped too.
