Page 63 of Dark Shadows
“Or...” She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, seeing her own desire reflected there. “We couldnotstop.”
Mason's response was to lift her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he reclaimed her mouth. Somehow, he managed to retrieve her key without setting her down.
The door clicked open.
Mason carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind them. The last thing Savanah glimpsed through the closing gap was a shadow moving in the darkness of the parking lot, butthen Mason's mouth found hers again, and all other thoughts disappeared.
25
Savanah woke to sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains and Mason's arm draped across her waist. For a moment, she stayed perfectly still, memorizing the feeling of his chest rising and falling against her back, the warmth of his breath on her neck, the way their legs tangled beneath the sheets.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A text from Tina:
Still on for lunch? Need girl talk.
“Ignore it,” Mason mumbled, pulling her closer. His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Can't. I’m meeting Tina for lunch.” She turned in his arms and pressed a kiss to his chest. Last night felt like a dream, but the naked man in her bed proved every bit of deliciousness had been real. “Besides, don't you have work to do?”
His eyes opened slowly, a smile splayed on his lips. “Work's overrated.” His hand slid up her spine, drawing her closer. “This is way better.”
“Mason.”
Her protest died as his mouth found hers, gentle at first, then deeper. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he rolled her beneath him.
Mason’s phone buzzed. He groaned against her lips.
“It might be important,” she whispered.
“Nothing's more important than this.” But he reached for the phone anyway.
Jacob's message lit up the screen:
You’re needed at the station. Daniels wants to talk and says he'll only deal with you.
Mason texted back,On my way.
“Duty calls.” Mason pressed his forehead to hers. “Rain check?”
“Definitely.” She traced his jaw with her finger, memorizing the stubble there. “But first, I need my clothes.”
He glanced around the room, their clothing scattered from last night. “I think your shirt's by the door.”
“My bra's on the lamp.”
They both laughed, the sound intimate in the quiet morning. Mason kissed her once more before rolling away. “I’ll take a quick shower and then grab us coffee while you get ready.”
Mason headed to the adjoining door and disappeared inside his room while Savanah got in the shower.
Savanah stood under the hot spray, letting the water wash away the pleasant ache in her muscles. Through the wall, she heard Mason's shower running, and memories of last night sent heat through her.
“Stop thinking about me naked,” Mason called through the door as she dried off.
“Pretty sure that's impossible now.” She wrapped the towel tighter. “Besides, how do you know what I'm thinking?”
His laugh was warm and rich. “Because I'm thinking the same thing.”
Twenty minutes later, dressed in fresh clothes, Savanah found Mason waiting in the breezeway. Two coffee cups in hand, he looked unfairly good in dark jeans and a blue button-down that made his eyes seem deeper.
