Page 22 of Stood Up
Chapter 11
Aiden
Over an hourhe’s played along with me. We ate, cleaned up, and are now sitting in his living room. Me on one end of the couch and him on the other. No music playing, no distractions, only him and I talking, getting to know each other, and getting a feel for one another that doesn’t involve either of us getting naked. I’m disappointed at that because the beer down my body did sound intriguing, yet utterly happy about it at the same time.
Somehow, I’ve managed to put the situation with Drake out of my mind and just be with Mason. Mason promised me and somehow, I believe him. It’s been the best decision.
Every time I’ve been with Mason, he’s been so intense. Here, now, he’s laid back and showing me a totally different side of him that I really really like. He’s even more captivating like this. I’m completely turned on by his domineering side, but seeing him so calm and comfortable, I think turns me on more. Or maybe it’s the combination of the two plus being able to cook. In reality, it’s the whole package that is Mason Dean.
“Come here,” he calls out, holding his hand to me. My body moves before my brain registers, but I like where it’s going.
Mason swings one of his legs on the couch, then pulls me into his lap. His warmth surrounds me as his arms come around. My head rests on his shoulder, and I inhale his very male scent letting it filter through me. His cologne mixed with him is something they should bottle up and sell. No, they shouldn’t because then I wouldn’t have it all to myself. I’m not sure when I turned into a greedy bitch, but I’m feeling the need to be selfish.
His lips touch my forehead, sparking shivers through my skin and down my neck.
“I’ve really enjoyed you tonight, Aiden.” There is a twinge of surprise lacing his words, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Did he expect this to go bad or that I’d be a shit time to hang out with? Or is it that he expected great and it went beyond his expectations? If only I could get inside that brain of his.
“Me, too,” I tell his chest, listening to the thump of his heart beating steady, strong, and relaxing. His hand comes up and begins to stroke my hair. It feels good, really good, and I try not to let my eyes flutter. His hand cascades to my neck, and he begins to massage the muscles there. The muscles tense and flex then begin to relax.
“So you solve problems for a living,” he says casually, like he’s not putting me to sleep with each of his touches.
“Yeah.” I fight the fog he’s putting me under and think of an articulate response. “I love to solve puzzles, even as a kid. My mom would always just hand over the Rubix cube for me to line up when she’d had enough. It wouldn’t take me long, and I’d have it solved. As I got older, the puzzles became harder, and my mother would find anything and everything to challenge me. In college, I ended up helping one of my professors along with taking the class.”
“How did you come to do businesses?”
I like that he’s taking a real interest in my job. Yes, we’ve chatted all about random things, but to take an interest in my job warms my heart. It’s a passion.
“My father.” I chuckle at the memory. “While I was in college, he’d ask me questions about things that were happening in the company he worked for, and I’d give him my answer. He’d usually come back and tell me I was spot on. It became habit, and I learned there’s a need for it. It took me a while to get my footing, but once I did, my business boomed.”
Mason kisses the top of my hair again. “It’s quite impressive, Aiden.”
I smile. “Thanks. How long have you worked at Excel?”
“I built it from the ground up.”
This answer has me pausing and pulling up to meet his eyes. He doesn’t look over thirty, and to build a company as in demand as Excel is impressive in its own right.
“You built it?”
His gorgeous smile comes out, and I lick my now dry lips. Mason’s eyes travel the same path as my tongue, then his gaze comes to mine.
“Yes.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-one.”
My breath catches. Wow. Just wow. “Wow,” I say on a whisper, and he leans in, brushing a slight feather-light kiss across my lips. Warmth grows from down below, and I move to straddle him on the seat. My blood pumps as I place my hands on either side of his face loving the way his muscles tick at my touch.
This night has been utterly perfect. Not one thing I’d change if I could.
I need him to erase the day. Need him.
Sealing my lips to his, Mason wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer into him. It doesn’t take long before he’s controlling the kiss, hands in my hair and turning me this way and that. He steals my breath and has my body running fiery hot.
“I’ve needed this since you walked in my house,” he rumbles low, one hand squeezing my ass hard. The pain from the touch turning into sexy pleasure.
My arousal spikes, and I pull away ripping my shirt off my body and throwing it to the floor. Scrambling from him, I strip my jeans, and when I look up he has a sexy smile on his face but hunger in his eyes.
