I bit my lip and gripped him through his jeans as he gently rocked his hips into my hand.
I was so turned on my clit pulsed with need. I’d never been that carried away before. A part of me wanted to let him take me right there in the backroom, but I couldn’t go that far. I still couldn’t forget what he’d done to me no matter how turned on he could make me. I wasn’t going to let another man walk all over me.
I lifted my hand and pushed his chest, causing his arm cage to fall.
“I can’t, Mason. Not after what you did,” I said as I looked into his eyes.
He furrowed his brow and closed his eyes before bowing his head in what seemed like defeat. Then he took a deep breath and looked up at me.
“I don’t know you, Emma, but I want to. I don’t see you every day, but an image of you flashes through my mind when I’m not near you. You’ve consumed my thoughts. You handed me your trust and I crushed it. I’m an asshole, but I want to make it right. There’s something about you, Emma. I want to explore it, and I don’t give up easily.” He lifted his arms to cage me back in and I leaned back against the lockers and let him. “One more night is all I’m asking for. Then I’ll never approach you again if that’s what you request.”
My mouth hung open slightly as I stared into his eyes. I was dumbfounded. How do I respond to that? I want to stand my ground. Tell him to fuck off. But I would’ve been lying to myself if I’d said I wasn’t the least bit curious. I wanted to know him better, too. He intrigued me.
I couldn’t deny the way he made me feel. I was so attracted to him, more than any other guy I’d ever been with. I had some sort of connection to him, which I’d probably never be able to explain.
I stared into his eyes and battled with myself on whether I’d say yes or no. The pros outweighed the cons in that very moment, but did I want to put myself through that again for one night of bliss?
“Yes,” I said as I closed my eyes, giving in to the battle. “I’ll come with you.”
I opened my eyes to look at him, and he surprised me with a smile on his face. Not one of his signature smirks, but a full, bright smile. Then he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips.
“I’ll be waiting for you outside when you get off,” he told me before he pulled away and walked out the door.
I placed a hand over my heart and waited for the beating to go back to its regular pace.
What the fuck just happened? Oh, my God.
I took a deep breath and glanced up at the clock. Shit. I’d been in there for fifteen minutes.
Straightening my skirt, I headed toward the door and took a calming breath before I went out. I’d give him one more chance. I wanted to find out if our connection was real and what it meant. It was all I could take.
Chapter 16
Mason
I hung out with the guys, watching Emma every chance I got. After the show she’d put on with trying to avoid me, I knew she probably didn’t want to see me. But I needed to try. I’d never planned to corner her, but the opportunity presented itself and I took it. I was prepared for her to tell me to fuck off and I never intended to come on so strong, but when I was around her, I couldn’t help it. I spoke words to her I’d never said before and they were all true. She consumed every part of my life.
The connection I had with her was undeniable. I couldn’t look past it and I couldn’t ignore it, although deep down I wanted to. She was starting to remind me too much of Sophia, the only woman I’d ever had a connection with. It brought up so many emotions I couldn’t explain.
I should’ve wanted to run away, but I knew I wouldn’t. She was all I could think about. Being with her wasn’t about getting her out of my system anymore. No, it was a need to have something that was taken away from me so many years ago.
It was sick and twisted. Everything about it was wrong, but that was what made it feel so right.
I sat in my car in front of the building and waited for her, suddenly glad I hadn’t taken a taxi like I’d planned. The streets were still busy, but not too crowded at one o’clock in the morning. A few moments later, she walked out of the front doors and looked straight ahead at my car. I could see the trepidation on her face. I knew she was nervous after what I’d done, and I couldn’t blame her. She walked to the car and opened the door, hesitating for a brief moment before finally getting in.
She placed a bag at her feet and buckled her seatbelt before turning to me.