the service they were.
“Babe, I have to ask,” Mason said, going for the most serious tone he could manage. She tensed as he turned her to face him. He had to bite the inside of cheek to keep his mouth straight.
Resignation flashed across her face and she sighed. “Go ahead.”
“Were you serious about the sex toys?” Confusion filled those beautiful blues until he couldn’t hold back a grin any longer. “’Cause if you were, I think we should go to your place instead of mine.”
“That’s your question?” She thumped his chest, prompting him to yank her closer. “Come on, you have to be wondering about my age. Especially after that crapshow.”
“Nope. Just the toys.”
“I’m forty , Mason.” She eased backward. Fiddled with a renegade piece of hair. “Four-zero. It matters.”
He tucked the strands behind her ear, stroked her cheek and the line of her neck. So pretty. “Not to me. To hell with idiots like her. I couldn’t care less about anybody’s opinion on the subject, other than yours.”
“What about your baseball buddies? The ones you were too embarrassed to walk by while I was on your arm.”
And there it was. Of course that’s what she’d thought last night. Like his sister pointed out, even with eight years of university education, Mason could be as dumb as the next idiot. Somebody ought to teach a course on effective verbal communication with women. The thing would sell out.
“Hey.” He snared her by the belt loops and waited for her to really look at him. “I bailed on the guys last night, blamed it on having to get up early for work, when really I was hoping you’d call. That’s why I didn’t want them to see me. I know how teenager-stupid that sounds, but it’s the truth.” His eyes stayed on hers. She believed him, right? All her best frontal parts melted into his body. He let himself relax and enjoy, even though the key areas didn’t quite line up while standing.
“This isn’t working for me,” she said, pulling away.
Shit. Shit. “Because of the age thing?”
First she smiled. Next she grabbed his collar, yanked his head down and laid a kiss on him that would’ve made poor Judy faint dead away. Hell, he practically lost consciousness.
“Because of the height thing. I’m in flat shoes and you’re a tower. Now, to answer your earlier question, yes, I have some toys at home.”
He had his bowling shoes off in about five seconds and began tugging at her laces.
She burst out laughing. “What I don’t have are condoms.”
He held her calves while expediting her shoe removal, scooped both sets up and grabbed her hand. “There’s an open-to-midnight drugstore on the way.”
“You don’t know where I live.”
“Trust me…” He gave her fine ass a playful smack. “There’s a drugstore on the way.”
* * * * *
Andie grinned like an idiot after Mason entered the pharmacy. Holding it in while they’d made the five-minute drive from the bowling alley had been murder on the jaw muscles. The night had certainly taken a series of turns, and it was heading in a good direction. Not good, great. Here she was, sitting in Mason’s truck, waiting for him to return with condoms so they could go to her house and have sex. Possibly involving toys she’d only used while alone.
Sex. She’d be having it in about twenty minutes. The real deal, fully naked, maybe even with the lights on. Her mouth went dry. That couldn’t be good for her breath. There had to be a mint in her purse. Dammit, not a one. Maybe she should go into the store and buy some Tic Tacs. But what if she ran into another Judy-type acquaintance and they saw her with Mason and a box of condoms? Tonight’s drama would be public knowledge by tomorrow as it was. Every social circle intersected at least six others in this itty-bitty city.
Oh god, was she sweating now too? She fiddled pointlessly with the controls, but he’d shut off the truck and taken the keys. Where were the good old days
“Babe, I have to ask,” Mason said, going for the most serious tone he could manage. She tensed as he turned her to face him. He had to bite the inside of cheek to keep his mouth straight.
Resignation flashed across her face and she sighed. “Go ahead.”
“Were you serious about the sex toys?” Confusion filled those beautiful blues until he couldn’t hold back a grin any longer. “’Cause if you were, I think we should go to your place instead of mine.”
“That’s your question?” She thumped his chest, prompting him to yank her closer. “Come on, you have to be wondering about my age. Especially after that crapshow.”
“Nope. Just the toys.”
“I’m forty , Mason.” She eased backward. Fiddled with a renegade piece of hair. “Four-zero. It matters.”
He tucked the strands behind her ear, stroked her cheek and the line of her neck. So pretty. “Not to me. To hell with idiots like her. I couldn’t care less about anybody’s opinion on the subject, other than yours.”
“What about your baseball buddies? The ones you were too embarrassed to walk by while I was on your arm.”
And there it was. Of course that’s what she’d thought last night. Like his sister pointed out, even with eight years of university education, Mason could be as dumb as the next idiot. Somebody ought to teach a course on effective verbal communication with women. The thing would sell out.
“Hey.” He snared her by the belt loops and waited for her to really look at him. “I bailed on the guys last night, blamed it on having to get up early for work, when really I was hoping you’d call. That’s why I didn’t want them to see me. I know how teenager-stupid that sounds, but it’s the truth.” His eyes stayed on hers. She believed him, right? All her best frontal parts melted into his body. He let himself relax and enjoy, even though the key areas didn’t quite line up while standing.
“This isn’t working for me,” she said, pulling away.
Shit. Shit. “Because of the age thing?”
First she smiled. Next she grabbed his collar, yanked his head down and laid a kiss on him that would’ve made poor Judy faint dead away. Hell, he practically lost consciousness.
“Because of the height thing. I’m in flat shoes and you’re a tower. Now, to answer your earlier question, yes, I have some toys at home.”
He had his bowling shoes off in about five seconds and began tugging at her laces.
She burst out laughing. “What I don’t have are condoms.”
He held her calves while expediting her shoe removal, scooped both sets up and grabbed her hand. “There’s an open-to-midnight drugstore on the way.”
“You don’t know where I live.”
“Trust me…” He gave her fine ass a playful smack. “There’s a drugstore on the way.”
* * * * *
Andie grinned like an idiot after Mason entered the pharmacy. Holding it in while they’d made the five-minute drive from the bowling alley had been murder on the jaw muscles. The night had certainly taken a series of turns, and it was heading in a good direction. Not good, great. Here she was, sitting in Mason’s truck, waiting for him to return with condoms so they could go to her house and have sex. Possibly involving toys she’d only used while alone.
Sex. She’d be having it in about twenty minutes. The real deal, fully naked, maybe even with the lights on. Her mouth went dry. That couldn’t be good for her breath. There had to be a mint in her purse. Dammit, not a one. Maybe she should go into the store and buy some Tic Tacs. But what if she ran into another Judy-type acquaintance and they saw her with Mason and a box of condoms? Tonight’s drama would be public knowledge by tomorrow as it was. Every social circle intersected at least six others in this itty-bitty city.
Oh god, was she sweating now too? She fiddled pointlessly with the controls, but he’d shut off the truck and taken the keys. Where were the good old days
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