Page 29 of Risk
What possessed me to think it was a good idea to focus on my nonexistent love life today?
This woman has possessed me.
I’m not willing to walk away yet. I can’t. We have a connection, an energy, a something, and I need to see where it’ll go. She feels it too. I fucking know she does.
Four hours later, my ass is numb and lower back aches, but all that pain vanishes the instant Leah steps out of the building with a cell phone in her injured hand. She looks right at me, her eyes rounding like full moons, and storms over to my car.
I step out to greet her.
“What are you doing back here?” Her tone’s high and shaky.
“I didn’t leave.”
“WHAT?”
“I can’t just leave you stranded, Leah. How would you get to your next job?”
Her brows dig down. “Mak, I gotta call you back.”
“No way! Big Tech Dick is still there?” someone shrieks from the cell phone.
“You’re on speaker, Mak,” Leah growls through gritted teeth.
“Hanging up. Oh my god.” The line goes dead while Leah and I continue glaring at each other.
“Big Tech Dick, huh?”
“Shut up.” Leah jerks her cart forward. “We weren’t talking about you.”
“Sure, you weren’t.” My ego is preening. “Is that in reference to my personality or the actual size of what’s in my pants?”
“Neither. We were talking about my date I have later tonight. Which is, one hundred percent, not you.”
“Mmm hmm.” I open the trunk and put her stuff inside. “So, you’re dating my competition, is that it?”
“Yup.” Leah smooths out her Yankees shirt. “And he’s hot. So hot and funny and has big hands.”
“Big hands.” I bite back a growl because even though I’m pretty sure she’s teasing me with this bullshit, the idea of another man having his hands on her makes me feel territorial. Leah’s mine, even if she’s refuses to admit it yet. “Bigger than these?” I slowly wrap my hands around her waist and lean her against the trunk of my car.
“Mmm hmm.” Her cheeks turn bright pink.
“Does this hot, funny guy with big hands give you a better necklace than this?” I gently wrap one hand around her dainty throat while keeping the other at her hip. “Answer me, Princess.”
Her lips part slightly, while her pupils blow wide for me.
“I thought not.” Instead of letting go, I lean in until our mouths almost touch. “Does his hands feel better than mine when they do… this?” I trail my fingers up her shirt and graze my knuckles along her ribcage.
Leah lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck, Mason.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, but she doesn’t push me back.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper. “Tell me to go away.”
“Would you listen this time?”
Fair question. “I’d stop. I might even leave. But…” I nip the flesh above her collarbone. “I really fucking hope you let me stay for a little while.” Dragging my tongue along the taut muscle in her neck, I love that her knees buckle.
Guess I found her weak spot.
“Let me help you with this last job,” I say against her ear. “The faster we get done, the sooner I get to spoil you with dinner tonight.”