Saved from an ass-kicking.
I left, unable to take being in the same room with a man who had been more intimate with Trix than I had. Trix . . . What a stupid fucking name! And if the stories Lane told are true, it would seem the name matches the girl.
She blinks up at me, hand still to her chest as if to calm a racing heart. “You gonna tell me why you’re here?” Her eyes narrow. “You followed me.”
I nod toward the door that leads into the house. “We need to talk.” The words come out on a growl that shocks even me. I have no right to demand answers. All we did was share a meaningless kiss. Even as the words filter through my head, my gut roils at my lie.
“Talk.” Her eyes are still narrow, and her lips quirk in a way that makes me want to suck them. “You expect me to just invite you into my home after you followed me home like a damn psychopath?”
I step into her space, her body heat drawing me in. “Are you afraid of me, Trix?”
She pushes back with a step of her own. “I’m not afraid of anyone, but you haven’t been overly nice since—”
“Did you hook up with Lane?” The words fly from my lips like arrows and strike.
She recoils slightly. “What?”
“Cut the bullshit. Just tell me the truth.”
“Why do you care?” Her question is barely a whisper.
“I have no fucking clue.” I rip my hands through my hair. “Answer me.”
She swallows hard. “Of course I did.”
Ouch. I knew she had, but why does hearing her confirm it piss me off? “Why?”
Her eyebrows pinch in confusion. “Why not, Mason?”
God, hearing my name from her lips, the light ring of her voice, I imagine what it would be like to hear her crying out my name in pleasure. I bite back the urge to take her mouth and press her up against her car. “Because your body . . . you . . .”
“My body is a tool, a means to an end.” She holds out her arms then drops them hard to her sides. “It’s just flesh and bones and nerves. I make money with it, and I have fun with it. And if you’re going to stand here and judge me, you can turn your sexy-as-hell ass around and go home.”
The air charges between us and I stop breathing. “You think I’m sexy.”
“You’re an idiot.” She moves to push past me.
I grab her elbow and pull her back to face me. “I don’t like you.”
She juts up her chin. “I don’t like you either.”
“You fascinate me.” I reach out and rake both hands through her hair, pulling it off her shoulders and face to fist it at the back of her head. “And you’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
Her lips part, breath catches. “Mason . . .”
That voice . . . This time it’s heavy with something that makes my blood pound in my veins. “You’re gonna break me.” I tilt my head and crash my lips to hers. She opens to me without hesitation, welcoming the intrusion of my tongue into her hot, slick mouth.
We moan in unison, as if we’d both been holding back and are finally reveling in the release. Her hands grasp at my arms, my biceps, and then pull at my shirt to bring me closer. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, then the top one, and walk her back until her ass hits her car.
I rip my lips from hers, running them along her jaw to her neck. The light salt from her skin mixes with the rich smell of her hair, and my eyes roll back at the sensory overload. “God, you taste good.”
She holds my head to her neck. “Please, don’t stop.”
I flex my hips, grinding into her body, desperate for the friction on my aching dick. I want to get lost in the feel of her naked body against mine, the warmth of her legs wrapped around me while she whimpers in ecstasy. If I could bathe in her scent, let it wash over me and wear it like skin, I would.
But this is her. What she does and how she gets through life. She’s a master of seduction, and holy fuck is she mastering me now.
I slide one hand from her hair and down her body, palming her breast over her shirt. Full and round, it fits perfectly in my hand, and her hardened nipple rakes against my thumb.
“So perfect.”
“Yeah, well, they better be.” She drops her head back, and I nip and lick at her pulse point. “I paid a fortune for them.”
I pull back and meet her heated stare, eyelids dropped low, and lips parted and pink from my kiss. “They’re fake?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “Is that a problem for you?”
I bring my other hand down and cup both her breasts, groaning at the feel of their weight in my hands. “No, they’re gorgeous.” A small grin ticks against my lips. “They feel really good.”
She looks down at my hands on her boobs, and I almost laugh at the awkwardness of it all that for some reason doesn’t feel that awkward. “I had an excellent plastic surgeon.”
“Huh.” I squeeze her breasts, and we both burst into laughter. “Sorry.” I drop my hands and do a quick readjusting of my shorts to alleviate the discomfort.