Page 6 of Stood Up
Chapter 3
Aiden
The warmthof a hand comes to the small of my back as I walk briskly to my car. I turn sharply to see Mason right there, keeping in step with me.
“I can make it myself, thank you,” I say, making my heel-covered feet move just a little bit faster. He doesn’t budge nor does he say a word. Surprisingly, the panic I should feel having a man I don’t know follow me to my car doesn’t hit. No, it’s more an activation of nerves that fire from his touch growing throughout me and prickling my skin.
I pull out my keys and bleep the unlock button, but that’s as far as I get upon approaching my car. Mason turns me in one fluid movement, my hands going to his suit-covered chest and a gasp leaving my lips.
“What are you…” My words are cut off by Mason’s lips covering mine, the taste of vodka and something behind it deliciously invading me. His kiss is brutal, rough, but controlled in a way that I feel almost overtaken. He grips the back of my neck forcing me to turn, and he takes the kiss even deeper his tongue entering and dueling with mine.
I try to give as much as I get, but he’s overpowering and a shock to my system. No man in my life has ever kissed me this way. No one had the confidence like Mason has, and he shows me he has it with each touch of his lips. His mouth should be named one of the wonders of the world. It’s like magic.
My hands grip him tight as his body presses into me, pushing me into the car. His other hand comes around my back and pushes my hips forward. When he does, I feel his hard cock straining through the confines of his slacks and let out a groan in his mouth. He feels so long and thick. Even the small twitches it gives off is hot at hell.
He pulls away, his forehead touching mine as we both pant for air. I’m not sure if that was a kiss or an out of body experience that I want to go on again.
“Come home with me.” It’s not really a question but more of a command. My body is way on board with this, but I’ve never been a one-night stand kind of woman. Even younger I kept myself to one man at a time in relationships, never just taking one home to have sex with them—ever. When I look into his green depths, they urge me and practically plead with me.
One night.
One night to let all my inhibitions go.
One night to forget and just feel.
One night to take.
One night.
One night to have fun and escape.
I blow out a shaky breath not believing what I’m about to do because it is so out of my realm, but maybe that’s what I need. A change.Go big or go home.“I need to make a call.”
His head jolts back like I punched him. “Husband?”
I glare. Seriously? “You think I’d go on a blind date let alone let a man kiss me in a parking lot if I were married?”
He chuckles, his grip on my neck going tight as he leans in. “Love that mouth of yours,” he rumbles low right before he kisses me again, knocking the air out of me and the sassy comeback I had on tap for him.
“Call,” I barely get out, but he pulls back. I grab my phone and dial Lila who answers on the first ring.
“Why haven’t you answered the phone!” she screeches in a panic, and I have no doubt she’s given Brad holy hell even if it’s not his fault. That’s the thing about the ones you love, you take your frustrations out on them. Now it’s my turn for hers, but I don’t have time right at the moment.
I look Mason square in the eye and ask her, “Can you ask Brad if he knows Mason Dean?” I’m graced with a wide smile that makes my knees weak and approval in his eyes.
“That’s Brad’s boss, Aiden. What’s going on?” While I knew that Mason was Drake’s boss and assumed he was Brad’s, it’s reassuring to have the confirmation.
“Is he a good man?” I fire at her and wonder if I should take her judgment considering Drake was considered such a standup good guy. I know in my heart, though, that she wouldn’t set me up for failure purposefully. I’m sure Drake has a nice package on the outside, but inside… I’m not so sure.
“Aiden, he’s a dick. Brad respects him, but he’s an arrogant asshole. Why are you asking me about him?” Her confusion is perfectly clear. All the while Mason stays exactly where he is, amusement lighting his eyes, no doubt hearing the conversation because of our close proximity.
“Well, he’s standing in front of me right now trying to convince me to go home with him.”
She gasps, “No! No, Aiden, you’re not that girl.”
“I know.”
Mason leans into my ear that doesn’t have a phone attached to it and seductively whispers in a low, taunting tone, “You’rethatgirl tonight.” He steps back slightly, but his heat arouses me like a lightning bolt ready to strike.
