Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,70
goose bumps.
“What time are we heading out?’’
“Tonight, so we can be back in time to watch a movie earlier enough so you don’t pass out on me.’’
The crinkles at the corner of his eyes and the dents where his dimples are show he’s amused.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here,’’ I grin, loving that he notices my issue to not finish a movie until the next day. It’s happened every time we’ve watched a movie together. We’ll put it on; I’ll fall asleep near the ending and then finish it off the next morning. We’ve become adept to it.
The first time it happened, Mason had been talking to me throughout the movie and he was surprised at how quiet I was being, but when he looked he found himself cuddled up to a sleeping me.
Chapter Thirteen
Finally dressed up for the date Mason and I are going on, I begin to feel nervous. Over what, I don’t know, because whenever I’m with Mason I feel like I’m being my real self. I don’t need to pretend to be a happy, cheerful, go-getter Denny everyone assumes I am.
First impressions of me are always answered differently. Some say I’m too easy going, some say I’m too honest and need to think before I speak, but then, there are the others, the ones that see the happy, smiling, cheerful me, or the ones who think I’m a stuck up brat with rich parents.
Honestly...I’m just me.
“You look fucking hot, babe,’’ Mason says making me jump. He walks up behind me and presses his front against my back, his chin resting on my shoulder as his hands slowly –ever so slowly- slip around my stomach. We’re both looking in the mirror at one another, and in all honesty, we look kind of perfect together. Big-headed of me, I know, but who cares.
“Thanks,’’ I tell him, looking at his eyes through the mirror. They darken and my breath hitches. I love it when his eyes do that, turn darker, the chocolate brown turning almost black and he only does it when he’s turned on. Like he is now.
“Stay right there. Don’t move,’’ he warns me before slipping one hand around to the back of his dark jeans. His white buttoned down shirt goes great with them, and with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone, it looks sexy as hell. I love this look on him.
When he brings back his phone and lifts it up in the air for a selfie, I nearly burst into tears, but instead, what I do, is start giggling. We’ve not had a picture with just the two of us taken yet, so him doing this makes my heart and belly do funny things.
“Say, Mason is sexy,’’ he smiles, his chin resting back on my shoulder and I smile into the camera. “Mason is an idiot,’’ I say through my smile and Mason clicks the picture, before bursting out laughing.
“I guess I deserved that,’’ he chuckles, still standing behind me, looking like he has no plans of moving.
“Let’s have a look,’’ I tell him, grabbing his phone. I click on the picture and my heart stops. His one hand is wrapped around me, resting on my large stomach, and his chin is resting on my shoulder, but his eyes, God, his eyes are shining with such happiness it takes my breath away.
“We need to get going,’’ he tells me, but makes no movements. When I feel his hot breath against my shoulder my knees almost buckle and I gasp. His soft, full lips are next and I lean my head to the side to give him better access to my neck, where he places a line of soft kisses up towards my ear. His tongue feels slick against my skin and all of a sudden, the temperature in the room has hit a boiling point.
Reaching around, I grasp his firm, tight bum and press the tips of my fingers in it, pressing him closer to me. His large, hard bulge has me craving for something more than his lips and his touch.
When he finally turns me around I do a mental happy dance, hoping he’s going to finally touch me, touch me in a way that I can finally explode, and get rid of the ache between my legs that has done nothing but build rapidly since the day I moved in.
“Yow Mase, can I borrow your Hunger Games DVD,’’ Max shouts startling us both.