Dance With Me - By Hayden Braeburn Page 0,45

plate, taking the few steps to the other side of the table. “I don't want you to go. Stay here with me.” He took her hands in his. “We can sell this place and get a new one if you'd like, but I need you with me.”

“I love this house, but...” She stopped, pulled in a shaky breath. “I don't want to leave you.”

“Perfect.” A grin lit his face as he pulled her from her chair, guiding her to the built in sound system. “Dance with me, Kat.”

“Forever.”

~*~

She smiled when she heard the opening piano. He'd chosen a waltz with lyrics she adored. She had worried about the disparity in their income, in their families, in their lives, yet he loved her. Now she wanted to prove she loved and wanted him, no matter the circumstance, no matter Priscilla and her evil plans. He lead her beautifully, singing along with the chorus, “Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all... If it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby.”

She pulled her hands from his practiced ballroom hold to cup his jaw and bring his mouth to hers. She reveled in the taste of him, the combination of wine and man. When he swept his tongue in her mouth, she was lost. “Make love to me, Mason.”

Any doubts he'd had evaporated when he'd walked in his house to find her waiting for him. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed except this woman, this moment of perfection. He wanted her in his bed, and he wanted her now. He claimed her lips in another searing kiss as he released first the tie, then the zipper of her dress. He was loathe to relinquish her mouth to slide the straps down her shoulders, but the effect was incredible. His woman stood before him in nothing but a tiny pair of red panties, her jewelry, and sexy black sandals.

She pushed her breasts out, her nipples diamond hard. “I am yours, Mason.”

Oh how he loved those words. He stood still for long moments, drinking in the sight of her. Carefully, he turned to shed his jacket and shirt, then his shoes and pants. He chuckled at himself—he'd worn his tux for a little more than a hour, and he was taking it off again. When he was down to just boxers, he crossed to take Kat in his arms.

She hated the bruises and cuts on his body, but focused on the fire in his espresso gaze. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do with me what you will.”

He caught her behind the knees, swinging her into his arms. “I think I'm ready to try a bed again.” He took her lips in a long kiss. “More than ready.”

He laid her in the center of the bed, skimming her panties and shoes off as soon as he put her down. He shed his boxers before bracing himself above her. Nothing between them, he reveled in her lush curves, the feel of her perfect against him.

She loved the weight of him pressing her into the mattress. She tugged his mouth to hers, the kiss consuming as he shifted against her, his cock long and hard against her. Oh, how she wanted it, how she wanted him. “Come into me,” she beckoned.

He deepened the kiss, swallowing her moan as he surged into her in one long stroke. She closed around him like a velvet fist, hot and wet and his. This was where he belonged. He drove into her, loving her whimpers as he withdrew, her groans when he slammed in as far as he could go, her nails biting into his shoulders. When she shattered with a cry, her muscles clamping down like a vise, he followed, emptying himself deep within her.

~*~

Dylan glared at the attorney questioning him. “Yes, I covered Mason Everett's body with my own to shield him from fire. It was instinct and training.”

“This was one day after you entered into a contractual agreement with my client to do what, exactly, Mr. Black?”

He gripped the arm of the chair so tightly he was afraid it would crumble in his hands. It took effort to unclench his jaw, but he managed to answer, “Ms. McClaren led me to believe her children were endangered by Ms. Nemecek.” He lifted his golden eyes to stare at Priscilla. “I agreed to extract and protect her children if necessary.”

“But there were no children, were there?” Gregory Peters asked, his lips turned up