Page 59 of Yours To Hold
Mason’s foot hooks around the bar of my stool and pulls me closer.
“I like that you pay attention.”
Resting my elbow on the table, I drop my chin in my hand. “You’re pretty easy to pay attention to.”
I don’t tell him that I’ve noticed him for a long time. Ever since I came home from my first semester in college. There was something about Mason that winter. Whether it was seeing him with Willow or the way his muscles flexed as he helped Gemma rearrange her room, I took notice.
He was always on the edges of my life, but now he’s front and center.
And from the way his brown eyes are fixed on me, he’s paying attention. To me.
I relish it.
The waiter returns, dropping off our drinks.
Grabbing the fruity concoction, I take a long pull, cooling my heated skin.
“How is it?” Mason asks, sipping on his own drink.
“Want a taste?” I hold it out to him.
Mason grabs the drink and sets it on the table, pulling me close to him. His lips take mine in a heated kiss.
A kiss I feel everywhere. Mason’s tongue slides along my mouth, demanding entry. There’s nothing soft about this kiss as he takes over. A whimper escapes me as he deepens the kiss. It takes everything I have not to climb into his lap. I get swept up in Mason.
Until someone bumps into our table.
Mason pulls back, his lips swollen as one side of his mouth ticks up into a smile. His thumb ghosts over my lips.
“Mmm, delicious.”
“What?” A Mason-induced haze has fallen over me.
“Your drink.”
I wink, getting my wits about me. “Told you.”
We watch as the crowd grows on the dance floor. People are moving to the music. It’s everything you’d expect in a bar in a town like Jackson.
The best part? It’s not Dixon. No one here knows us.
I can sit and stare at Mason Winchester all night long and not worry about another person seeing.
The band changes tunes, a slow song I love coming on. Setting down my drink, I grab Mason’s hand.
“Dance with me?” I ask.
“I hate dancing.”
“I could go find someone else to dance with.”
“Fuck that.” Mason downs the rest of his beer.
“Humor me?” Linking my fingers under my chin, I give Mason the sweetest smile I have.
I don’t miss the growl that slips between his lips. Or the shock of electricity that zings up my arm as he takes my hand in his.
My hands collide with the hard planes of his chest as he takes me into his arms. Every part of my body is buzzing with nerves or maybe excitement, I don’t know which.
