Page 33 of Boundaries

As we rounded the corner to the back of the hut, I tried to pull away again but his grip tightened.

“It appears you can add kidnapping to your list of crimes.” I tried to keep my voice level so he didn’t feel the uneasiness inside me.

“Just shut up and keep walking.”

“You’re going to break my ribs, Mason,” I lied, he wasn’t really.

“Then stop struggling, and do as you’re told,” he commanded in a firm voice. His words created a jet of excitement to snake up my spine. Fear and giddiness were intertwined within me.

Only when he was ready, did he spin me around and push me back against the rear of the hut. Mason looked down at me, like I was a snack. My eyes widened in alarm, but I had alcohol in my system, it gave me some courage. I would have to be cooperative though, I wasn’t going anywhere until he was done. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, not really. He was just trying to scare me into obedience. Well, good luck with that. I was nobodies push over.

Releasing my arms, he stepped back, towering over me, all imposing and angry. I stared up at him as he drew in a slow, aggravated breath. My heartbeat thudded slowly against my breastbone.

I moulded my expression and shot him a sultry look, “If you wanted to get me alone, Mason, you only had to ask,” I purred, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Where the hell had that reply come from? Still, it was ballsy, stupid but ballsy.

My back was flush with the wooden panelling and so I had nowhere to go. That hulk of muscle stood in front of me, staring down into my upturned face with an unimpressed glower.

“You play the cocky bitch so well, but I know it’s all an act.”

“You’re wrong, this is me. Deal with it.” Trust Mason to see through my façade.

His lip curled at my comment as he watched me with a penetrative look. There wasn’t much sunshine behind the huts, and Mason’s eyes appeared almost black.

He arched an eyebrow, “You really think you can say whatever the fuck you want and get away with it, Amy? Do you know me at all?” Mason delivered dryly, his devil’s eyes drilling into me.

“You’re such an arrogant little cow in front of your friends, but it’s a totally different story when we’re alone. I can taste your fear. That and something else. Sexual frustration perhaps?”

“I doubt that,” I growled.

“You really should do something about that. I deal with mine in the shower, perhaps you should do the same?” he suggested crudely.

“You’re disgusting.” My words were the total opposite of what my body wanted me to say. The thought of Mason jerking off in the shower, was doing crazing things in my womb area.

“You’re such a baby. When are you going to grow up and become a woman?”

I started to forget that Mason was holding me there against my will. Butterflies kicked off in my stomach, a whole zoo of them. I was relieved I had pulled my denim skirt on over my bikini. If only I had put my tank top on too, I’d have more armour against him. He was so close; I could feel the heat from his body warming mine.

“You taunt me with your fuck the world attitude and think you’re the one on top. We’ve known each other for years and yet you seem to forget, I always win,” Mason stated in a throaty voice. How I hoped he would choke on his Adam’s Apple.

I had two fingers curled into one of the belt loops of my skirt, and the other by my side. Mason now had his arms folded, the veins there standing out, another sign of his strength; a force to be reckoned with.

I had no fucking chance.

“You’re wrong Mason, we don’t know each other. Not really. And I don’t particularly want to either,” I replied in a breathless voice, narrowing my eyes. Bring it! My poise screamed. At least, I hoped it did.

He leaned close to my face, stating between gritted teeth, “You’re such a fucking liar. I tasted how much you want me the other night.”

Sexual energy bounced between us as another burst of uninvited desire pulsed through me. I wasn’t stupid, I saw it for what it was now. My body was attracted to a man my mind hated. Maybe hate was too strong a word as we had grown up together as children. OK then, severely disliked.

My tongue shot out to moisten my lips and Mason’s dark, hooded eyes followed the movement. That smouldering gaze pinned to my mouth.

He chuckled, but there was little laughter in there. Dark humour I would say, a mirthless smile.

Mason dragged a hand through his hair, “You’re such a little tease. You’d probably fucking faint if I took you up on your offer.” His voice was deep and sexy, a throaty rich rumble that suddenly spoke to that place between my thighs.

“I wasn’t offering anything, at least not to you,” I said in denial.

“You offer yourself to me, every time you fucking look at me, Amy.”

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