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“That’s right.” The hand he’d offered got a disgusted glance, an expression she then directed at his face. “And I put my hair up.”
“I noticed.” Aside from a few wavy escapees at the back, her neck was bare. Long and sexy, begging to be stroked and kissed. Or bitten. Like while he bent her over the bed, slippery dress pushed to the waist so he could fuck her hard and in a hurry.
“That’s it? You’re not going to say anything else?”
Shit. Dumbass, standing here with his tongue hanging out instead of complimenting the lady. “Yeah, I am. You distracted me, that’s all.
“By going against your wishes.”
“By looking fucking incredible. I knew I liked that dress when I saw it in your closet, but seeing it on you is like winning the jackpot. The way it shows off your nice little waist, your sexy legs… I want to put my hands all over you, lick every inch of you, starting with your beautiful, sweet-smelling neck—which is what I was thinking about a minute ago.”
Her bottom lip fell open. The bracelets on her wrist jingled as her hands dropped to her sides. “You’re not mad?”
“No. Should I be?” Technically, scientifically, he knew how the brain worked. But understanding women’s thought processes…no clue.
“Scott would’ve been mad,” she whispered, focusing on the group of metal bangles on her right wrist. “He insisted on choosing what I wore outside the house. Pretty much always. I hated the stuff he bought for me.” She spun the bracelets a few more times. When she met his eyes, hers were full of tension. “I resent being dressed like some mindless doll.”
Andie, voluntarily opening up to him…hell must’ve frozen over. He finally had her talking, yet he couldn’t think of a single right thing to say in return. Shit.
“So I freaked out a little when you told me what to wear.” She jerked her head to the side in a nervous shrug.
He captured one soft hand and brought it to his lips. He could’ve reassured her that he wasn’t like her ex, but that wasn’t really the problem. Everybody had hot-buttons—he sure as hell did—and now that he knew one of hers, he’d try not to trip it. Part of him did want to point out thatshe’dbought everything he stuffed in her weekend bag, but he kept his mouth zipped on that one.
“Thank you,” seemed like a wiser choice.
“For what? Being a psycho bitch with issues?”
“For sharing why you acted like one.”
“Jerk,” she said, halfheartedly trying to regain possession of her hand.
From the smile on her face and in her voice, he’d said exactly the right thing.
* * *
MASON
After watching Andie’s nipples press against the clingy purple dress during lunch, Mason had almost ditched their afternoon plans so he could take her home to bed. Again.
Instead, he’d summoned his last speck of willpower and hit the highway. Then, on the way to St. Jacob’s, she’d slid into the middle spot so she could snuggle up beside him. That’d led to his discovery that she’d omitted panties. He’d beenthis closeto turning the truck around.
It wasn’t the first time she’d gone commando around him. It didn’t matter that he’d fucked her twice today already, and very well at that. Following her up the stairs now, watching that ass sway and knowing explicitly what treasures were bare beneath the thin, single layer of material…his head was crowded with images. And his shorts were crowded with a non-stop, raging hard-on.
The market’s mezzanine area was packed with people, forcing him closer to his beautiful date. No more visual appreciation of her body, but direct contact suited him fine too. When she tilted her head to smile up at him, he caught her lips for a kiss.
“My breath has to be horrible after everything we sampled downstairs,” she said after cutting it short.
“I only taste you.”
“I have a flavor?”
“Yeah, Andielicious.”
“God, you’re smooth.” The tone of her voice might be sarcastic, but her pretty smile lit her whole face. “It’s congested and stifling up here. Want to go back down, walk around outside?”
“There’s one place I have to hit first. Pawprints something or other. Then we’ll get out of here.”
Once Andie got a glimpse of all the shops, the elbow-to-elbow crush of bodies didn’t seem to faze her anymore. She squeezed between people and pillars to reach the booths that caught her eye. Pottery, pillows, stained glass. Through it all, she kept her fingers laced with his.
