Page 7 of Game Plan

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Dangerous thing to do, leaving the field wide open. What if I choose…sports?”

Was that really what he wanted to say? Hmm. “Baseball, I’ll participate. Everything else, I’ll nod in all the right places while thinking about how attractive you are.”

He laughed, the sexy sound drawing the attention of every female within earshot. “So if I talk about baseball, you won’t be thinking about how I look?”

“I happen to be a great multitasker. I promise to be mentally undressing you while we discuss the ins and outs of the game.”

“Andie, I’m kissing you now. I know I should wait ’til later, but I can’t.”

“Me either.” She put her hand to her lips—they were a bit too loose around Mason.

He angled his body toward her. Gently removed her hand, pulling it into his lap. He abandoned it there and reached for her face. His fingers brushed her cheek, down the side of her neck.

Her heart raced as though this was her first kiss. In a way, it was. She hadn’t kissed any man other than Scott in seventeen years, and the last ten of those had been sporadic at best. God, what if he could tell how rusty she was? What if she—

“Stop thinking,” he said, close enough that his lips nearly touched hers.

“Okay.” Before she could internally club herself for the dumb answer, he kissed her. His mouth was soft and warm with the perfect amount of pressure. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside. She tasted beer, a hint of cinnamon and a boatload of endorphins.

Next thing she knew, her arms were wrapped around his neck. Oh god, his hand was on her bare leg, just shy of her hemline. If her thighs didn’t burst into flame, it’d be a miracle.

She parted, granting him access. Sweet heaven, he took the invitation, advancing until his wrist bumped the fabric of her skirt. Then he stopped. Sort of. Forward motion might have ended, but his fingers continued moving in a random, swirling pattern in very close proximity to her panties. Panties that could quite possibly combust, thanks to him. She moaned into his mouth, a sound that was unmistakably erotic in origin. To her ears, anyway.

He broke the kiss, but didn’t move away. “Are you hungry? They have great bruschetta here.”

He was asking her about bread while caressing her inner thigh. After making out with her in a public place. Maybe the kissing hadn’t affected him the way it did her.

She wanted to straddle him right then and there—not order appetizers and talk baseball. Instead, she let her arms fall away from the softness of his hair. She eased back a bit and waited for her head to clear.

“Um, no. My stomach is still full from the takeout I grabbed earlier.” And the butterflies he’d unleashed while making love to her mouth.

“If you’d called me sooner, we could have had dinner together. I had the Chinese-for-one special, also known as the dateless-loser meal.”

“I can’t believe someone like you ever needs to go solo.” Let him read whatever he liked into that one. Her nipples tightened at his chuckle, straining against the lacy bra. He followed up the laugh by reaching for his beer. As in, removed his hand from her leg. She hid her disappointment by dusting off the remains of her screwdriver.

“Want another?” he asked after emptying his bottle. At her nod, he raised a hand and made the number two at the waitress while pointing to their table.

“That move would never work for me. I’d be waiting fifteen minutes for somebody to notice I wanted something.”

His gaze swept over her, covering every visible inch, right down to the pushed-up skirt on the bench seat. “Not if the servers were guys.”

Andie surveyed the restaurant. “I can’t disprove your theory because there’s not one male employee on the floor.” No wonder he’d chosen this place. All the pretty young things made for nice scenery. Age-appropriate scenery. Unlike her. She tugged at her too-short skirt. Adjusted the neckline of her top that showed a bit too much boob for a woman her age.

“You’re wrong.” Mason didn’t look at the waitress when she dropped off their drinks. His eyes stayed on Andie.

“Kind of hard to be wrong when I didn’t say anything.”

MASON

Mason saw through her forced smile. Totally self-protective. Ditto her body language. He could guess the reason. But she couldn’t be further off base.

“I’m not looking at anybody but you, Andie. Why would I, when you’re the most gorgeous woman here?” He reached for her hand and dove in. It had to be said. Directly, so they could be done with it. “At the ballpark earlier, I threw the ball your way intentionally. You’re hot and I wanted to meet you. Yeah, you’re older than me. Who cares? I’m attracted to you in a very big way. And that kiss…I’m still trying to recover.” He’d had to force his hand from her leg, because he wasthis closeto stroking her right here in the restaurant. He got the feeling she would’ve let him. And that had him ready to burst.

The sparkle returned to her eyes, making the speech worthwhile. Good, they were back on track.

“How big is very big?” Her cheeks turned pink with the question.

For a second he considered placing her hand on his bulging cock. A move like that and she’d think he asked her out strictly for sex. That wasn’t the case, even if he did want to fuck her until they both dropped from exhaustion and satisfaction. His fingers twitched over hers. To be safe, he grabbed his beer and downed a mouthful. But he still needed to answer the question.

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