Page 32 of Their Promise

His eyes widened, his arms fell from the back of the couch, and he leaned forward, licking his lips. “That looks even better than I imagined.”

Doing a small spin I asked, “So, you think I should get it?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Let me check the price first,” I said.

“Doesn’t matter. Get it,” he said immediately.

When I turned to head back in, I looked back out of the corner of my eye and caught him taking a picture of me with his phone.

Smirking, I closed the curtain, then waited a moment and said, “Mas?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me with the zipper? I can’t get it.”

With zero hesitation, he stepped inside, closed the curtain behind him, and started to unzip it. His fingers stroked my bare skin, making goosebumps rise and causing me to suck in a sharp breath. My hair began to glow a bit, lighting up the room, and stirring the darkness within me.

Mason’s aura changed slightly, the darkness bleeding into a red and black smoke around him. He looked down at me, his eyes darting to my lips before going back to my eyes. “Good?”

Turning to face him fully, I asked, “Did you really miss me or just the familiarity of home?”

Leaning forward, he drew in a deep, loud breath, and his body shuddered. “You.” Zero hint of lie.

Tilting my head back, I moved so our mouths were closer and asked, “What would you do if I kissed you right now, Mason?”

“Why don’t you find out?” he asked and leaned down closer, caging me in with his body. Most would have been terrified to have him caging them in like this, but it only made my hair glow brighter and my lower body tighten as need coursed through me.

I had kissed Mason twice when we were teenagers and both were kisses I would never forget. A hungry, all-consuming kiss that had branded my soul. Would it feel like that again?

Closing the distance, I pressed my lips to his.

He walked in more, forcing me to back up until my back pressed against the cold glass, and put his hand on the glass next to my face as he kissed me back, his tongue flicking out along the seam of my lips.

I opened my mouth and he made a chirp of satisfaction in his throat before sliding a hand along the back of my neck, pulling me close, and devoured my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside and stroking along mine.

A whimper escaped me and he jerked back like I’d electrocuted him. “Sorry,” he panted and started to leave, but I grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“Where are you going?” I asked, panting heavily.

“You whimpered,” he whispered, pain edging his words.

“That wasn’t a scared or hurt whimper,” I explained. “Come back.”

He looked down at me with a frown. “It wasn’t?”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t.” I pulled his head down and kissed him again.

He melted against me, picked me up by the butt, and pressed me against the wall of the dressing room, his mouth moved down to kiss and licked at my neck.

“I missed you so much, Lily,” he whispered against my neck as he kissed and nibbled. “I dreamed of kissing you again somany times. I wanted to kiss you so many times before we left to start hunting demons, but I was too afraid. I won’t let that fear rule me when it comes to you ever again.”

Words failed me, so I kissed him again.

“Do you need help with a dress?” an employee asked outside the dressing room.

Jerking away from Mason, my face flushing in embarrassment, I said, “No, I’m good, thanks.”

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