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“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
I headed toward the corridor that led to the guest bedrooms. When Simon first came to stay with us, he’d stayed in one of them. He slept with Galen now.
I’d love it if Mason would sleep in my bed. He’d be so cuddly and warm, like a huge body pillow with washboard abs that hugged you back. I hadn’t seen said abs—yet—but they looked amazing in my fantasy.
“Here you go.” I stopped in front of the first door and opened it. The air was a bit stale from the room being closed up for so long, and I curled my nose as I walked inside. “Hope this is okay.”
“It’s nice.” Mason stood in the middle of the room, hands at his sides. “Better than the motor inn.”
“The motel might suck, but the diner is good! I’ve eaten there a few times.”
“The food’s decent, I guess. So I’ll be sleeping here?”
“Yeah.” I patted the bed and then sneezed at the dust. “I’ll go grab some fresh sheets. I don’t know how long it’s been since they were changed. We’re not the best housekeepers in case you had any doubts.”
That earned me another smile. It was small. Barely noticeable. But it was there, at the corner of his mouth. “Tell me where they are, and I’ll get them.”
“And give you a chance to map out the place and plan your escape?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t think so, mister.”
“Why would I need to map it out? I know where the front door is.” Humor gleamed in those cognac eyes. “Also, I thought I was a guest, not a prisoner.”
“Youareour guest, but think of it more like protective custody. Meaning, you can’t leave. Not yet anyway. So don’t get any funny ideas, ’kay?”
“Now who’s the untrusting one?” With a smirk, he backed me up against the wall.
My throat tightened, and I swallowed as I looked up at him. He was so close, our bodies almost touching. Our height difference thrilled me. I’d always had a thing for tall guys, not that it took much for them to be taller than me.
“I’m actuallytootrusting,” I said. “That’s the problem. Alastair hounds me about it all the time.”
“I figured as much.” The heat of his large body made my skin tingle. “My advice is don’t trust anyone. Life is easier that way.”
“You sound like my brother.”
“Which one?”
“Daman. You haven’t met him. He’s in Russia.”
Mason’s brow creased. “How many brothers do you have?”
“Six.” And then, because I didn’t want him prying any further, I did what I did best and changed the subject. “Hey. Are you a sheet? Because I wanna throw you on my bed and sleep on top of you.”
Mason visibly fought a smile. “You didnotjust say that.”
“I did. You look comfy. I’d love to sleep with you.”
His gaze darkened. “Just to sleep?”
When he pressed closer to me, my pulse quickened and heat radiated from my chest and down to my toes. Was it just my imagination, or was his face getting closer too? His warm breath fanned across my lips.
“Um. Maybe more than sleep.” I breathed heavier and angled my face up. Wanting. Needing.
More than I’d ever wanted anything.
Chapter Six
Mason
I wanted to kiss him.
