Page 31 of Game Plan

“He’s my parents’ bloodhound.” He moved in again, heat radiating off him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the July day. “And your top looks like a picnic basket exploded on it.” He grinned, plucked a chunk of celery from her chest and tossed it over the railing. “It’s actually making me kinda hungry. Mind if give you a lick?”

“Yes, I do mind.” She pushed his head away as he lowered his head toward her filthy tank top.

“First time for everything, I suppose.”

“Funny.” And right, on this account. “I’m going inside to put my dress back on.”

“Toby’s gonna be disappointed.”

And here they were, back to the subject of her wardrobe selection. Hands on her hips, she faced him down. Or rather, up. “What about you…are you going to be upset if I wear that dress?”

“Hell no.”

Hmm. “So you really don’t mind if I wear it? You said it was sexy. Do you think it’s,” she clenched her teeth and spit out the next word, “inappropriate?”

The smile on his face turned wicked as his hands snuck under her tank top. They curled around her waist, pulling her closer. “Covering your beautiful body with anything is inappropriate.”

“Mason, I’m serious. I need to know.” For reasons hedidn’tneed to know.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I don’t care what you wear. I just want you with me.”

Nope, he was wrong. That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

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MASON

When Andie came down the stairs wearing that black-and-white dress again, he had to swallow a mouthful of drool.

“You’re staring again,” she said when she stopped in front of him.

“Get used to it. You’re gorgeous and fucking hot and I can’t take my eyes off you.” Touching her when they had to get going would be a mistake. He did it anyway, starting with her neck, stroking downward along her shoulder and arm. Over the slippery material covering her hip. Lower, to the silky skin of her thigh.

Her eyes widened as he snagged the bottom of her dress and slowly pulled it upward.

“Your skin is so soft and warm.” And bare? He explored some more. Nothing, not even a tiny string over her hip. Yup, definitely commando. His fingers twitched with the need to feel her heat surround them. His cock had the same idea.

He smiled down at her and let the dress fall back into place. “Ready to go?”

“O-okay.”

Good, she wanted more too. The color of her cheeks and the way she bit into her bottom lip, kind of lopsided, told him she wanted him right here, now. And fuck, he was tempted.

“All right, let’s roll.” He took her hand and led her out of there.

They hadn’t had an opportunity to fuck since Monday. Five days didn’t qualify as a drought, but knowing how amazing it felt to be balls-deep inside Andie made it seem like one. Now he had to get through the day with what would no doubt be a permanent hard-on…while surrounded by friends and family. Yeah, touching her had not been the brightest idea.

He waited until they were under way to steal another long look at her. Sunlight bounced off her hair, making it a shiny golden-brown color. Like a caramel or toffee. Definitely not blonde, but not the solid, darker brown he was used to seeing. “Your hair is different.”

“I had it up earlier. I decided to let it down.”

“It’s nice both ways. But there’s something else…”

“I got different highlights. A bit bolder.” She fingered a piece nervously before thrusting her hands in her lap. “I thought maybe…I might look younger this way.”

Again with the age thing. “You worry way too much.”

“Women my age tend to do that.”

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