“Maybe I will.”
My gaze drifted down to his lips and I looked at them longingly as his tongue darted out to wet them. They were full and kissable, lips I missed kissing, but I didn’t need to have those images in my mind. I averted my eyes and began to eat.
We ate in silence for a moment before Mason asked me a question.
“May I ask why you wanted to become a lawyer?”
I finished chewing my food and took a drink of my wine.
“Of course,” I stated, clearing my throat and wiping my mouth with my napkin. “It’s always been something I’d wanted to do. I remember going to lunch one Saturday with my parents when I was little and seeing a group of men and two women dressed in business suits. I was fascinated. It wasn’t the kind of attire I ever saw my parents wear, so I immediately started asking questions.” I laughed and shook my head. “I was very inquisitive when I was young.”
“And you’ve changed?” he asked with a smirk.
I smiled. “Not quite.” I took a sip of my wine and continued. “Anyway, my dad told me they were lawyers and that those people helped bad guys go to jail and innocent people stay out. Of course, he might have also mentioned that lawyers make a lot of money, too, and that if I wanted to be successful when I grew up, being a lawyer was a great occupation to choose.”
“Is that why your sister is a lawyer, too?”
I drank the rest of my wine and set the glass down, so Mason picked up the bottle and poured more into it.
“No.” I sighed. “That’s a whole other story. One I’d rather not discuss.” It wasn’t my place to tell Mason about a guy who attacked and sexually assaulted Melanie only to get off on the charges brought against him. She was never the same after that and vowed to make the world a better place. “I will say that her deciding to become a lawyer only solidified my want, as well.”
He studied me as he lifted his glass to his lips, and I couldn’t help but stare at them again. With the wine kicking in and my body already heated, words just flowed out of my mouth.
“You have great lips.” My eyes widened in surprise. I bit my lip and bowed my head, holding back the smile that was trying to form. “What I meant was…” My mind was blank on how to explain my embarrassing action.
I glanced up to see Mason smiling.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My face flamed as I looked at him, but it could have very well been all the wine I’d drank making my face feel hot.
Mason lifted a napkin to his mouth then placed it on the table before pushing back his chair. He stood up and walked over to me, outstretching his hand.
“Dance with me?”
I stared at him blankly. “Uhh.” I turned and scanned the room, looking for a radio of some kind, but didn’t see anything. Did he want to dance with no music? Would that be such a bad thing? The sexual tension was already at its highest peak, so it couldn’t get any more frustrating.
I grabbed my glass of wine and took two healthy gulps before latching on to his hand.
He pulled me up to him and out of nowhere, music started to play.
We walked a few feet away from the table, not far from the fire pit.
“Where did the music come from?”
He tugged me close, lifting my arms to wrap around his neck. Then he placed his arms on my lower back, pulling me flush to his body.
“I have the remote in my pocket.”
I smirked at his slickness and looked into his eyes.
“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Cline, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”
He chuckled as he swayed us to the classical music.
“I don’t seduce, Ms. Blake. I take what I want.”
My cheeks flushed, and I tried to hold back my smile. The whole purpose of us getting together was so we could get to know one another better, but I couldn’t deny or hold back the sexual tension. I knew he could feel it, too, but I wasn’t going to make the first move.
“Is that so?” I asked, raising a brow. “I see a man being romantic.”
My breathing picked up as he slowly ran his hands up my sides until his thumbs were resting directly under the wire of my bra.
“I don’t do romance,” he said softly, his lips lowered to my ear.
“I beg to differ.”
My breath was coming in short pants as his thumbs moved over the swells of my breast. I was ready for him to lose control and take me right there. Anything to release the pulsing that was taking over my lower half.
He lowered his head to my neck, and I could feel his hot breath blow against my skin before his teeth scraped against me, causing me to moan.
I pulled back and looked him over. The lamps caused shadows to form on his face, but his blue eyes stared into me, daggers piercing my soul. Deep down, even though I had battles with myself, I felt like I already belonged to him. I just needed to surrender.