Page 263 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
City of Sin - Chapter 39
Bee
Mason had kept his hand on my thigh the whole time I was eating. And it was very distracting. The food was delicious, but all I could think about was his hand. I wanted to be alone with him. But I didn't know how to bring it up. When I had tried to invite him up to my place last night, he had rejected me. Maybe the dress and the makeup would make him say yes. I couldn't stop thinking about our first date. I wanted to pick up where we had left off. And every day it didn't happen, I wanted it more and more.
He was starting to get a 5 o'clock shadow. He had loosened his tie slightly so that he looked a little more casual despite his tux. I ran my thumb across my ring finger. I was definitely ready to move on. And despite all the things I didn't know, I found myself falling for Mason. Penny was right. Sometimes you just knew. And I knew I wanted Mason. I just hoped he wanted more than just sex. Tonight was kind of the reassurance I needed. He had introduced me to his brother and one of his best friends. If he just wanted a one night stand, I wouldn't be here right now.
Mason stood up and put his hand out for me. "May I have this dance?"
I smiled up at him. "Of course." I put my hand in his and he pulled me to my feet.
It was a fast paced song. I laughed as he crossed one of his feet over the other and spun around.
"Are you laughing at my sweet dance moves?"
I laughed again as he did another move that had to be straight out of the handbook for dorky dancing. "I didn't realize you were a terrible dancer."
He laughed and grabbed my hand. "Luckily I'm with you so no one even notices me."
"I'm sure that isn't true."
The song switched to a slow paced one. He pulled me to his chest and placed his hands right above my ass.
"It's definitely true. You're the most beautiful girl here, Bee."
The way he was looking at me made my heart beat quicken.Kiss me!Instead of answering my silent plea, he just stared down at me. I was very aware of his hands on my back. They seemed to slide a fraction of an inch lower. He slowly raised his left eyebrow.
I swallowed hard. Did he want me to ask him? It seemed like he said he wanted to take things slow out of respect for me. He was just being nice. But I didn't want him to be nice anymore. I wanted him to be like how he was that first night. I wanted him to say what was on his mind.
"What do you want, Bee?" He ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine. But his lips avoided mine again. "Tell me what you want."
I wanted unspeakable things. And I was too embarrassed to ask him. "What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious? I want you." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss against my lips.
I grabbed the back of his head and immediately deepened the kiss. I had missed the taste of him. And the tingly feeling he gave my body. I loved the way he kissed me. It made me feel like I was floating. I was vaguely aware of the fact that his hands had slid down onto my ass. But I didn't care. I loved his hands as much as his tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair and made out with him in the middle of the dance floor. Just like I had always dreamed about doing during high school dances when no one even asked me as their date. And I didn't care that people could see us.
He seemed to pull back far too soon. "It's impossible to control myself around you." He squeezed my ass before moving his hands back up.
"I don't want you to control yourself around me anymore."
He seemed to study my face for a second. "How about I give you that tour of my place?"
"Okay." Showing me his place was just a nice way of asking for sex, right? I hoped so. I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait. I was done taking things slow. It was time to move into the fast lane and press my foot down on the gas.
He grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor. "I'm going to go get our coats. I'll be right back." He dropped my hand andwalked toward the doors. God was he sexy. I folded my arms across my chest as I watched him walk away.
"You always looked beautiful in those earrings."
The blood in my body seemed to freeze. I'd recognize his voice anywhere.Patrick.I turned around. I hadn't seen him in person in a few months. His hair was different. He looked good. He certainly seemed to be handling the breakup better than me, at least before I met Mason. But then again, Patrick wasn't the one whose heart had been broken. He had done the breaking.
I blinked hard. For some reason, seeing him made me want to cry. All those memories of us seemed to flood back. It was like ripping off a Band-Aid too soon. Maybe my wound wasn't healed yet. But he wasn't the same person that I loved. I didn't even know him anymore. It was like looking at someone I loved and looking at a complete stranger at the same time. And I didn't know what to say to him. I wasn't going to thank him for a compliment, that was for sure. I didn't want to speak to him at all.
"You look amazing, Bee."
"Thanks."Damn it! He doesn't deserve my thanks!
"Do you want to dance?"
