MASON (Second Chance Novels Book 2) (15 page)

"Hey, baby," Amber grins with a kiss straight on Dig's mouth. What some guys would find hot, however, I only see as wrong. I don't want to see Dig's lips on anyone else's, male or female. The fact that Dig is playing the role of "Lizzie" tonight makes little difference in my eyes. Amber doesn't know the real woman behind the flirty smile and sexy dress, nor the privilege of that simple kiss. This ditzy act Dig is putting on is an unfortunate necessity. Seeing my partner so far from her true self is difficult, but makes it easier to remember to call her Lizzie.
 

"Let me introduce my boyfriend Aiden," she gushes, linking her arm into mine. I coolly nod with half a smile before I stare down a guy checking out the two of them.
 

"Lizzie," Amber says loudly over the music. "What are you drinking?"

"Pomegranate Sour," she smiles. I glance at her and she discretely shrugs. I suppress a smirk at her drink choice. I'm not drinking at all tonight, and Dig plans to sip her single drink all evening.
 

"So tell me more about your secret man," Dig asks her once Amber's had a few drinks.
 

"I can't," she giggles with her finger hushing her own lips. Then she leans in for a conspiratorial whisper, "He's
married
." Dig giggles along with her.
 

"Amber!" Dig fakes shock. "How did you end up with a married guy??"

"He's kind of important," she says with a proud smile. "He noticed me when I was waitressing. Now he even got me my own apartment so we can be together! I don't even have to work anymore!"

"What a sweetie!" Dig swoons with her hand over her heart, internally nauseated, I'm sure. "Where do you live? I want to come by and see your little love nest!"

Amber absentmindedly spills the location of the mayor's playhouse, which will easily lead us down the financial trail to connect the two. My partner is brilliant. She and Amber still giggle together, and Dig continues to play her role to perfection, even calling me 'baby' once and pulling my hand to her shoulder with a pout. "How will you keep all the big bad wolves away if they don't know I'm yours?"

Amber giggles at the two of us. "You guys are so cute! We should all dance."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Dig smiles brightly. "Pictures first!"

She grabs Amber's phone for a double-selfie, then calls me over to get in the shot along with them. I smile arrogantly for my first pic and wink for the second. Her
married important
boyfriend
should enjoy those. I love making these assholes sweat.

"Are you dancing with me?" Dig asks me hopefully as Amber is trying to drag her to the source of the thumping music.

"You go ahead," I say blandly. She pouts at me again and allows Amber to pull her onto the floor and push up against her. They dance like that, sexy and provocative. Again, all I see is twenty kinds of wrong. Almost immediately one asshole gets between the two, and tries to grab Dig's ass. His death is the first thing I contemplate, but since I'm Aiden for the moment, I simply push my way to the dance floor where he soon finds his collar in my fist, as well as his face very close to mine. "Step off," I say with a hard look.
 

"Thought they were alone," he says with his hands up as he walks backwards away.
 

Amber doesn't take long to find herself a random idiot to dance with. This guy looks like the ambassador to la-la-land. I randomly wonder what he's high on.
 

Knowing Dig will never be left alone unless I'm beside her, I stay. Amber winks at her while she wraps herself around the spacey pretty-boy, and Dig continues to play her role to perfection. Wishing I weren't feeling what I'm feeling, I play along fairly easily and dance until the music slows down. Dig pushes herself tight against me as her character would, but I'm stuck wondering how the hell I'm going to play the role of Aiden without getting lost in the idea of being Mason right now.

I'm dancing more hesitantly than my undercover self would. I should be working like a professional. Dig glares at me for a quick second until I pull her tight and get on her like a boyfriend would. Fuck, she feels good. A moment later she turns herself around and pushes her ass right into me. Barely playing the role anymore, I run my hands down her sides and bring them up her sexy tummy while I take charge and move her how I want her. I allow my hands to skim the sides of her breast before I move them down again.
 

"Lizzie, you are one hell of a sexy dancer," I whisper in her ear, using her assumed name as a reminder to keep myself separated from the situation, reminding myself of who we are right now.

"Aiden…," she reminds herself.

She responds by grabbing my wrists and pulling them tighter around her. "Keep your hands on me…," she breaths. She holds me there tight as she sways with me. My lips are at her neck, and let them barely skim along her skin of her earlobe as I stand a little taller. This is too goddamn hard, and I'm hanging onto my control by a thread. With a strong hand, I take ahold of her jaw and nearly jerk her head up, turning her face over her shoulder. She closes her eyes, our lips so close to each other and my hand holding her in place. We move like that for too long, neither of us claiming that last centimeter between our mouths. I have no doubt Dig can feel how hard I am.

After a final brush of my thumb against her lips, I look around the dance floor. Amber winks at me while a new guy is groping her ass with both hands. Another girl is pushed against the wall while some meathead has his hand in a strong grind between her legs. No matter where I look, couples and trios are pressed against each other in every way possible. This isn't a dance floor, it's more like a goddamn orgy.
 

I feel Dig's arms reach up over her head so her hands can touch the skin at the back of my neck. I let one of my fingers trail softly up her arm and back down, lingering at her breast. I rub her only at the side, and only with my thumb, but it's killing me not to touch all of her. Lizzie would let Aiden, but I'm afraid to indulge too far into my role. Lines beyond these characters would disappear forever if I let 'Aiden' have a free pass.

I start to move my hand down, but Dig holds me in place. Shit. Still with my hand at the edge of her breast, Dig moves my fingers an inch toward her center, and now the edge of my palm is resting against her soft curve. I can feel the lace of her bra through her tight dress, and I feel how fast her heart is racing. Holy fucking hell. There's no longer any doubt. Dig wants me as bad as I want her. What the fuck am I going to do now?

We continue to dance closer than we should, but Amber watches us often enough that we have to maintain our covers. Secretly, I'm so fucking glad to have the excuse to hold her so tight against me and let my hands roam free. The longer we dance, the more freedom I allow myself. I tangle my fingers up in her hair and allow my hand to glide along her hip, too close to her ass. She leans into every touch. Damn it, I want to fuck this woman every way I know how, and then I want to get creative.

Amber eventually interrupts us by pulling Lizzie back to our table, breaking the trance. Gathering my wits, I move to walk ahead to clear the way, then sit down and pull Dig to my lap. I tell myself I'm holding her captive solely to sell our cover, only for the benefit of our investigation, but that's not the reason at all. I don't want to let her go. She's ready to stay, and I wonder how far the lines have moved in her head, too. I caress her silky leg while we sit.
Damn, she's firm
.
 

Yet another random man joins us, leaning in to kiss Amber's neck. That woman makes me sick, to be honest. Amber orders another drink and tries to get Dig to do the same. I get chastised for not drinking at all, and the man attached to Amber's neck keeps glaring at us, most likely hoping we'll leave the two of them alone. Considering we got what we came for and put on the show we needed to put on, it's time to go. We maintained our cover and will be able to use our characters of Lizzie and Aiden again if we need to. Dig seems to be thinking the same thing.
 

"I'll have to call you this week," Dig smiles widely as she pulls my fingertips under her skirt with a wink to Amber. "Make sure you show your boyfriend those pictures. I want him to see how much fun we are so maybe we can party together! Right now, I can't seem to leave this man alone. I'll have to see what I can do about that."
 

I slip my hand higher up her dress, still trying to convince myself the move is Aiden's. Dig winks at Amber who giggles again and leans into vampire-lips beside her. Dig leans across the table and gives Amber a quick kiss. With a flirty wave at Amber's current man, Dig gets up from my lap and pulls me up beside her. "Bye, baby," Dig calls over her shoulder.
 

I drop my possessive arm from around her waist the minute we're outside, and take a deep breath of the evening air, trying to clear my head. I get to the truck ahead of her but I stop short when I hear her.

"Mason," she says, her voice sounding desperate, frustrated, and unsure. I turn around, wondering if I'll be able to figure out what the hell she's thinking. Based on the heat I see in her eyes, she's thinking the same thing I am. We stand here, so close to each other, trying to ignore everything that happened inside. Lizzie and Aiden are done, but both of us are still feeling the heat. Her eyes dart back and forth between mine, searching for a reason to give in. I'm desperate to pull her crashing against me and lose myself in her completely. I want to discover just how compatible, how hot we would be…and I want my hand back under that dress.

Dancing isn't enough.
 

Her lips barely part as I stare, and I want to feel her breath on my skin, and touch every cell of her body I can reach. I have no doubt our bodies would explode into something fiercely incredible. Fuck. It's too late, because I've finally admitted to myself the truth. I want to add her strength to mine and watch the force between us grow in geometric proportions. Fuck! My fingers are still hot from touching her. One inch and I could feel her again. And I shouldn't do this. But every ounce of me knows…
I'm going to do this
.
 

This need is primal, undeniable. Her breathing grows heavier as she stares at my mouth. I hope she's imagining all the things I could do with it. I sure as hell am, starting with what I've wanted since I saw her walk with her determined stride during Cam's investigation.

With no other choice in this moment, I break my restraint and break Shelby's heart. I pull this sexy woman to me and crush my lips against hers. She grabs my head and pulls me tighter against her. Holy fuck. Her mouth is so hot against mine…and her body, my God. Every toned muscle interlocks with mine in a perfect, individual match of form against form.
 

I pull myself away from her mouth, only to push my lips hard against her neck. The strong, breathy sound of pleasure blends perfectly with her tighter grip on my head, causing goddamn chills up my spine. Never before has a female affected me this way. Holy fucking shit, I need this woman. Without thinking I reach down and grab her ass hard, experiencing with my fingers what I've watched with my eyes so many times. Her perfect, toned shape fits my hand exactly and I use that connection to sharply force her hips up into mine. I want her to feel how fucking hard I am for her.
 

"Tell me what my name is," she demands in a hot whisper.

"Sofia," I promise intensely as I grip her harder. "Only Sofia."

"Aiden can go fuck himself," she rasps as she drops her head back so I can suck at the skin of her throat.
 

"I need to hear it," I demand as I grope harder.
 

"
Mason
," she moans in response to my heavy touch. The sound of my name has never hit me so hard. Her hot mouth forming those two syllables ignites my entire world.

She pushes me those final few inches to the car and lifts herself up sharply so she can lock her knees around my hips. She's stronger than I imagined. I grip her tight against me as she kisses me hard again.

"I want you," she breathes out heavily.
 

"Then you'll fucking take me," I rasp against her ear, gripping her tight again before turning around and dropping her into my truck. I sure as hell hate letting her go, but knowing what's coming next eases the temporary sting. I nearly sprint to the driver's door, and by the time I have the ignition started, she's got my pants undone.

"My God," she says when she sees the size of my cock. I've never been so grateful for my endowment. She leans down and licks the length of me in one very wet, very heavy movement before she takes her fingers and teases me lightly. Then she grips and strokes me hard. Shit, I'm going to wreck this damn truck.
 

Back and forth she teases me between light touches and heavy pulls. I've never wanted a woman so much in my life. The drive takes too fucking long, and I hate zipping my pants over my painfully-hard erection when we finally reach my house.