The words don't make sense. “What?”
“This isn't over.” He runs a hand through his hair, and I watch his entire body vibrate with the effort of restraint. “But if I don't leave right now, I'm not going to be able to stop.”
I blink at him as he moves toward the door. “Did you... Didn’t you like it?”
He pauses, his hand on the doorknob. A sound comes out of him—something between a laugh and a growl. “Pretty girl, I liked it too much.”
He's gone before I can respond. The door closes behind him with a soft click that feels impossibly loud.
I stand in my living room, my lips still tingling, my body still burning, completely bewildered.
My phone buzzes.
Unknown Number
Lock your door.
I stare at the message. Really it’s a command.
How does he have my number?
For that matter, how long has he been lurking around my house “protecting me”?
My hands shake as I lock the deadbolt.
My phone buzzes again.
Unknown Number
That’s my pretty girl.
Good night, Lily.
I press the phone to my chest and try to remember how to breathe.
40
MASON
Idrive a mile before I pull over.
My hands are shaking on the wheel. My entire body is wound so tight I can barely breathe. Her taste is still on my lips—sweet and tempting andmine. The residual feel of her hands on my chest burns through the fabric of my shirt like a brand.
I'm so hard it hurts.
The truck rolls to a stop on a dark stretch of county road. No lights, no houses—just empty Montana night and the sound of my ragged breathing filling the cab.
I should drive home. I should go back to the ranch, take a cold shower, get my head straight.
Instead, my hand drops to my belt.
Tugging the end free, I unbuckle it and drag the zipper down, running my hand up my dick as I pull it out.
I close my eyes and I'm back in her living room. Her body pressed against mine. Her mouth on mine, soft and demanding andchoosingme. The way she rose on her tiptoes like she wanted more, like she needed more, like nothing would stop her from wanting this.
From wanting me.
As I wrap my hand around myself and squeeze, my phone buzzes. The ringtone, the one I assigned to her number after I texted her, cuts through the silence like a blade.