Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,52
just the real me when I’m around you and I like it,’’ he whispers before his hands touch my hip and sparks light between us. “Now get some sleep.’’
I nod my head then let out a startled whimper when he brings me flush against him, and instead of pulling away I lay my head down on his chest loving how warm he is under my touch. My eyes close instantly and for the first time since the break-in I fall asleep peacefully lying in his arms.
Chapter Ten
A week of living alone with Mason, sleeping in the same bed and walking around in confined spaces with him has been total and utter chaos on my mind. Everything he does drives me wild, the way his lips close around a spoon, or the way he looks when he walks out of the shower wearing only a towel around his hips, showing his well-defined body. Oh my God, that ‘V’. I’m literally losing my mind. I’ve even resorted to being a bubbling mess when I’m around him, always stuttering on my words. The once sassy, take no prisoners woman is long forgotten. It’s like he’s put me under some sort of spell, one where I can’t make one lucid thought for myself.
He doesn’t seem to be affected like I am; but then again, he has changed since I got back from Wales. The playboy I once knew has long gone, and in his place is a grown man, making a living, and acting sensible. The old Mason would have had me stripped down, naked, and thoroughly fucked me by now. Don’t get me wrong, he can still flirt outrageously and leave me feeling dizzy. He even still asks like a two year old. He even leaves the toilet seat up, even after I stuck a post-it note above the flusher to warn him to put the seat back down after he’s used it, but he’s still grown up a hell of a lot since the day we became more than just friends.
Just the other day Harlow was saying how the brothers have noticed the change in him, and I began to worry they thought it was my doing. She must have read my thoughts because she assured me they are thankful for whatever had gotten him to grow up, to see that there is a future for him. They said they were afraid the road he was travelling down was on he’d never come back from. His life before me and the baby consisted of girls, sex and beer. In whatever order you wish to categorise them in.
I’m just glad I have him. The other day I had another bad case of Braxton Hicks and bless his soul, Mason stayed with me, rubbing my back until early hours of the morning.
He also makes me breakfast every morning, and if I’m not awake he will bring it up to me, depending on whether he has to go into work to let in the cleaners or not.
“Are you sure you have to go?’’ He asks pouting, a gleam shining in his eyes.
I do need to go. As much as he has been attentive all week, I need my space. I still don’t know what we are, but a few times this week I swear I felt him lying to me, like he was deliberately hiding something from me. It ended up consuming my every thought, so the other day when he came back soaking wet from the rain, I asked him where he’d been and what he was hiding. He said at work, but no way would he have gotten that wet walking to and from his car. He had to have been out in the weather longer to get that soaked. Then I heard him on the phone, and when I walked into the kitchen to try eavesdropping on his conversation, he finished the call so quickly it made me even more suspicious.
Honestly though, I just want him to want me the way I want him. I’ve always wanted him. I’ve always felt that deep rooted connection between us and the chemistry between us has always been off the charts explosive. But since I got back from my Nan’s I feel like he’s not being himself and that it’s stopping us from finding out where we are heading. We don’t act like a couple, we don’t seem like a couple, and we’re certainly not intimate like a couple.