Page 65 of I Need You Tonight
Chapter 23
Nicole
Mason still had some time before we had to leave for tonight’s concert, but would he want to spend it with me? Normally we did. But that was different. That was while we were on the bus or going to an interview. That was part of my job. Going into his room and showing him how much I loved him? Not in my job description.
I spent the entire ride to our floor wondering if I should say something to him. If I was a groupie, I’d have an advantage when it came to seduction. But being seductive was a skill that had always eluded me. I was sure that if I attempted it, I would come off as laughable at best.
My question was answered a moment later when we reached Mason’s bedroom door and he grabbed my hand. It was clear that he desired me, and he wanted me before we left for the concert. Another emotion—one that wasn’t so clear—also stirred in the depths of his eyes.
“Let me shower first and get my stuff from my room,” I whispered.
He released my hand and I hurried down the hallway. In my room, I quickly showered and changed into the baby doll lingerie, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if the people in the room next to mine could hear it. No, this wouldn’t be the first time I’d had sex with Mason, but for some reason everything felt different. This time my heart was on the line—and it made me nervous as hell.
I pulled on my jeans and a Pushing Limits T-shirt and grabbed my favorite long wraparound cardigan. My new look, which I had adopted while on tour, was a fusion between rock music and country-western chic.
As I started toward the door, my phone rang. It was Zack—and he was a day early for our usual chat.
Despite knowing that Mason was waiting for me, despite my body attempting to shoo me over to his room, I accepted the call. “Hey, is everything okay? Or are you confusing Monday with Tuesday?”
“Everything’s fine. I just have a second to talk, but I wanted to wish you an early happy Thanksgiving. I won’t have a chance to talk for the next week because of a training mission.”
I smiled at hearing his voice even though it made me miss him more than normal. Our mother had died shortly after Thanksgiving. But instead of letting ourselves wallow in our grief the following year and every year after that, we had done whatever we could to make Thanksgiving still special—the way Mom would have wanted. “Happy Thanksgiving to you too.”
“How are thing going with all the touring? Still having fun?”
“Definitely. But I couldn’t imagine doing this for the rest of my life.”
“How’s Mason doing?”
“He’s doing great.” Although he would probably be doing better if he wasn’t still waiting for me to show up. “All the guys are doing great.” I glanced at the clock.
A muffled sound came through the phone, like Zack was talking to someone but had his finger loosely over the mike so I couldn’t hear what was being said.
The talking stopped. “Sorry, Nicole. Duty calls.” We said our goodbyes as a text came through on my phone. I ended the call and checked it.
Are you still coming? Or rather, are you still planning for me to make you come?Mason, of course.
I replied.Sorry, Zack just called. Heading over now!!!!
I opened my bedroom door and poked my head out, then glanced down the hallway in both directions. Although I’d gotten the sense today that Jared didn’t care if something happened between Mason and me, I had no idea if the rest of the band shared the sentiment.
And this wasn’t the time to find out their opinion on the topic.
The hallway was empty, other than the housekeeper parking a cleaning cart a few doors down from Mason’s room. Without giving me a second glance, she removed supplies from the cart and disappeared into one of the rooms. I slipped out of my room, shutting the door behind me, and scurried to Mason’s room. I knocked on his door, still keeping an eye on the hallway.
The door opened and Mason gave me a once-over, as if he had X-ray vision and was checking to see what I was wearing under my cardigan and jeans. His mouth shifted up to one side, giving him the rapid-heartbeat-inducing smirk I loved so much. No man could pull off a sexy smirk the way Mason could.
“Weren’t you supposed to wear the sexy outfit you bought today?” he asked as I entered his room.
“Maybe I am.” I winked at him, then let the cardigan slip away from my shoulders and pool to the floor. He stood there, waiting appreciatively for the show to begin.
With one of my favorite Pushing Limits songs playing in my head, I hooked my fingers under the hem of my T-shirt and dragged my fingertips up my body. Inch by slow inch, I revealed the mesh camisole that covered my stomach but did nothing to hide it.
Mason’s eyes turned dark with desire, and my confidence grew with each exposed inch of my body. I might not have been a skilled seductress, but that didn’t matter to him.
Which was a good thing. I now understood why strippers didn’t wear T-shirts. It was difficult to come off as sexy when yanking one over your head. At least guys could do the cool trick where they grabbed the back of their collar and pulled the T-shirt off that way, revealing their sexy abs in the process.
But when a woman tried it? Not so sexy.
