Page 58 of Yours To Hold
He takes a step closer, his brown eyes dark as they focus on me and only me. His jaw is covered with stubble. What I wouldn’t give to feel that between my legs.
I shake my head clear. This isn’t the time for that.
Later.Hopefully later.
“What are you thinking, Ivy?”
“What?”
Mason grabs me by the waist, pulling me into him. A single finger follows the pulsing vein down my neck. “Whatever you were thinking has your eyes all wide.”
My mouth is dry and my skin is on fire as Mason trails his finger lower, tracing the small pendant that sits on my chest.
How can one small body part make my entire body feel alive?
Stepping closer, Mason’s hand flattens against my chest. It’s like we’re the only two people in Jackson tonight. The cool summer air does nothing to quell the heat flowing between the two of us.
“Maybe I’ll tell you later tonight.”
“Fuck, Ivy.”
Mason’s fingers curl into me. Desire is etched across his face. I’m ready to say screw it and cut this date short and head home to where we can act on this.
But I don’t. Stepping back, I breathe in the Mason-free air.
“Not until I get to see you do something else for me first.”
The smile on my face is devious as I open the door to Mason’s protest. A stale, smoky smell hits me in the face. Bright Christmas lights are strung from the ceiling, casting a rainbow of colors across the dimly lit space.
A band is playing an old country song on the stage as people dance on the open floor.
“It’s line dancing night?” Mason grumbles behind me.
I spin, pulling him behind me to one of the open tables at the bar. “The Tilt ’N Spin is my favorite bar.”
“This makes me appreciate the no dancing rule that Peter put in place.”
My boots stick to the floor as I pull out a chair.
“Are you ever going to let the two of us live that down?”
This earns me a grin. “Probably not. Only you two could manage to find the biggest assholes in Dixon.”
“We had it handled.”
Mason snorts. “Sure you did.”
“Hey. Welcome to Tilt ’N Spin. Can I get you something to drink?” A waiter appears at my side.
“I’ll take the Spinner and the Dixon IPA for this guy.”
He nods and takes off.
“Ordering for me?” Mason leans closer, his T-shirt stretching over his muscles.
God, why is it everything this man does turns me on? You’d think I was a horny college student after having sex for the first time.
“What can I say? I know what you like.”
