Page 60 of Yours To Hold
Whatever this thing is with Mason is supposed to be temporary. Fleeting.
A summer fling before I start my job in Seattle.
As his hand wraps around my back, settling just above my ass, it feels anything but temporary.
Everything about this moment is charged.
I’m more wrapped up in Mason Winchester than I ever thought possible.
Rough fingertips trace over my neck. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches.
“I know we just got here, but I can’t wait to get you home.”
I arch into his touch just before he spins me away from him, eliciting a laugh. “You are the worst.”
His smile is bright as he pulls me back in. “Gotta impress you with my moves.”
“You know I’m already impressed with your moves.”
“Well shit, why am I trying then?” Mason makes like he is going to leave the dance floor, but I pull him back.
“Oh no. You are all mine tonight.”
“All yours, huh?” Mason wraps his arms around me again.
“Oh yeah. You’re not going anywhere.”
Because as long as this man is mine to hold, I’m not going to let go.
ChapterSeventeen
MASON
Fucking finally. My house is in sight. After leaving Jackson, it felt like an eternity to get back to Dixon.
Because all I want to do is have my way with Ivy. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like this before. I’ve never had this gnawing desire to be with a woman.
With Ivy? It’s constant.
Dancing with her tonight made it even worse. That sexy top and jeans that highlight her every curve make me crazy. I was ready to throw her down in the middle of the bar and fuck her just to relieve an ounce of the lust flowing through my veins for her.
I bring her hand to my lips. “Do you realize that you’ve been driving me crazy all night?”
“Not as much as you.”
Ivy drops her hand to my jeans, cupping my hard length through the denim.
“Fuck.” Turning into the driveway, I throw the truck in park and pull Ivy onto my lap. “I bet every guy in that bar tonight was jealous of me.”
“Why’s that?” Ivy angles her neck, letting me bite at the soft skin there.
“Because I got to dance with you. Feel all these fucking curves under my hands. They were all jealous because I was with you.”
Ivy grasps my head between her hands. “I bet all the ladies were jealous of me because I got to be the one going home with you.”
Fisting my hands in her hair, I pull her mouth down to mine in a punishing kiss. It’s hot and messy and so fucking good, I could get off just like this. Each pass of her tongue over mine ratchets up my need for this woman. I swallow down each moan as she rocks over me.
It’s so damn good, I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill of her.
