Page 95 of Hypnotized By Love

“Does that mean I get to remind you that you falsely accused me of spreading a rumor about you?”

Putting my too-warm arms around his neck, I said, “I think it would be in your best interests to forget about it.”

“Really?” He looked very intrigued by what I was saying. “What are you offering to placate me?”

“How about this?” I asked, and then pressed my lips against his. The very second we made contact, my entire body revved into high gear.Yes, this. Do this all the time,it said.

He let out a cross between a sigh and a groan.

I asked, “Or this?” and deepened the kiss.

A minute later he finally spoke. “Those are acceptable terms. So did you want to keep talking, or should I just read your ridiculously fast heartbeat?”

He made me smile. I really did love him. “Mason, I want to tell you that—” My voice caught. I should just say it. Maybe if I said the words out loud, my feelings wouldn’t be so scary. I’d just speak and we would figure things out and move on from there.I love you, you love me, let’s see where this goes next.

Instead I stayed quiet until he said, “Now I’m the one freaking out a little. Say something.”

“I’m trying to figure out how to ...” I still couldn’t get the words out.

I should probably just show him.

If the ferocity and hunger of my kiss surprised him, he didn’t show it. He matched me stroke for stroke, every move I made being met and returned. He made me so aware of the way the blood in my veins pulsed through me and sent prickly, tingling sensations from my lips to my chest, out through all of my limbs until I was shaking with need.

He leaned me back against the floor, following me down. I tugged him close to me. I didn’t care if it was a hundred and fifty degrees outside—I needed to feel him against me. We were both radiating heat, which made all of the cells in my body feel like they were boiling with desire and anticipation.

It was too balmy, and my skin was too tight. Everywhere I touched him felt just as hot and feverish, and I reveled in his strength and the way his muscles flexed under my fingertips. I loved having him hovering over me, pressing me down into the hard wooden floor.

With how hot it was, how slick our skin had become, it was impossible to tell if the fire between us was caused by the weather or the combination of the two of us together, burning hotter and brighter the longer we kissed.

I didn’t care about the floor or the oppressive heat—nothing else mattered but Mason touching me, kissing me, holding me close.

“You taste like salt,” he murmured against me, and I said, “So do you.”

Then his mouth was back on mine, and if the goodies in the basket hadn’t been melted before, they definitely were now.

“Savannah?” I heard my mother’s voice, and we broke off the kiss, both of us breathing hard.

“Shh,” I told him.

“What is your mom—”

I clapped my hand over his mouth. “Your voice carries. She’s going to hear you!”

When I let my hand fall, his voice dropped deliciously low, and as he nuzzled my neck, he whispered, “I’m not the one making those sexy little noises.”

Had I been doing that?

My mom called my name a couple more times, and Mason and I held completely still, locked in each other’s arms.

The back door closed behind her, and I let out a sigh of relief that we hadn’t been discovered.

“I’m going to have to go back in the house,” I told him, full of regret. “She’s like a bloodhound. She’ll sniff me out eventually.”

“How does she know you’re home? Did you park in the driveway?”

“Yes.”

“Have you never had a secret assignation before?” he said in mock exasperation. “You have to hide your car.”

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