Hannah leaned across Mason, her breast brushing his arm. Her body tingled at the accidental touch, far too aware of him, the space he took up, and that he hadn't said a single thing to her since take-off. She took the soft drink from the flight attendant, her smile firmly in place.She would not blush.She wouldn't do it.It was an accident.But it was him.And she had the most extreme reactions to anything involving this man.There was the tiniest flex of Mason's muscles, but it was the set of his jaw that gave him away. Melissa had tried to explain the kind of power that gave a woman, but words were nothing in comparison to the giddy thrill of knowing.Other men had been attracted to her over the years, though never at the right time or when she was interested in them.Mason liked her.He wanted her.And she knew it.So why the silent treatment?"Sleep okay?" she asked."Yeah. You?""Barely slept. I was up unpacking and packing." Well, at least he hadn't f
Mason yanked the connecting door open and stalked into his room, Hannah haunting his every step."We can go home. No one would know we even left." Her voice was strained, and his mind filled in the pinched, anxious cast of her features. It was the same way she'd stared at him for the last hour of the flight.Was it seriously news to her that her old man was completely unhinged when it came to his daughter? Stevens wasn't a bad commanding officer, though his official title was Director of Operations, or some other corporate-sounding bullshit. All the guys knew that in their rank of command, the only two people who could overrule Stevens were the Admiral and Mama Dean, who ran their medical needs. No one crossed the retired surgeon, not even the Admiral, and Mama Dean didn't interfere until someone had holes punched in them.Mason walked his room, which was a mirror image of the one Hannah would be in. The resort wasn't in Cancun, which was a hundred miles away, but in a newer tour
Dylan kicked off his flip-flops and left them under a deck chair on the resort boardwalk. The sun was setting, throwing brilliant shades of orange and purple against the clouds, and the music was cranking up. Soon the vacationing guests would flock to the sound and booze it up on the beach, ready to live it up Mexico style. Whatever that was.He'd only been to the resort a handful of times, usually for Cruz's business meetings, as he liked to call them. Never for actual business. More like sampling the merchandise.Dylan meandered around the pool and toward the sand. Tonight the bar would experience a liquor shortage, planned of course, which would result in only one of the three beach bars being open. This meant that every guest had to see the same bartenders and order from the same register.The biggest bar sat where sand met concrete, a construction of palm fronds and worn boards. At least on the outside. Inside was a different story. But the patrons paid for the beach feel, s
Mason sipped his beer and stared out at the ocean, his thoughts beating at his mind in time to the waves, wearing him down.There were some things a man couldn't come back from.Being with Hannah might be one of them. He wanted her. There was no doubt there. But it worth it? Could he come back from this weekend, be with her, and still be whole? Or would she take a piece of him, never to return it? Could he live without that bit of his soul? Or his heart? If he couldn't have the whole thing, did he want a taste?He sensed her presence the moment before Hannah threw her arm around his waist and leaned against his shoulder."There you are." Her words were muffled by the breeze and his shirt. He couldn't deny the raw sense of pleasure it gave him that even after earlier she still came back to him."Yup. Having a good time?" He peered down at her blonde head."Yeah."The two lookers Hannah had hooked up with seemed to be pros at catch and release when it came to guys on the da
"Mason, are you serious?" Hannah stopped in the middle of the path. They were alone. Whatever they said now, it was just between them. No one could take the moment back to her father or the Admiral. It was theirs.He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles, never once breaking eye contact."I am." Seeing her with someone else later on would make him rage, but at least for this time, here and now, she'd be his. "Are you sure I'm what you want? Or would any guy at Aegis do?""What?" She snatched her hand away, giving him his answer."Just saying, I never quite figured out if it was me, or knowing your dad wouldn't like you with one of his guys." He reached for her hand but she hid them behind her."You seriously think that's me?" She took a step back, her face shocked and angry."Now I know it's not. I had to ask." He circled her waist, grasping her clenched hands and bumped their noses together. This-it was them. Just them. Hannah could have any man she wanted, but it was
Hannah's legs wobbled, her whole body practically vibrating.What the hell had Mason done to her out on the beach?She knew what she thought had happened, but was that mind-blowing, melting crescendo of...she didn't even know what to call it, but she'd felt it from the ends of her hair all the way to her toenails.Her vibrator had never given her an orgasm like that before. Whatever he'd done was a full-body experience that had her still short of breath and tingly in places she didn't know could tingle.Mason's grip tightened on her hand as he led her back to the room. Her feet and clothes were still wet from the impromptu wash off they'd done before entering the hotel. His stride was a little wobbly, but then again, after what he'd done, she'd be shocked if he wasn't the teensy bit affected, too. Though as far as she could tell she was the only one who'd gotten anything out of the little tent adventure. And oh boy, was that an adventure.They careened around a corner, almost
Hannah seen naked men before. But she'd never seen him naked.That was supposed to go in her?She gulped and took an instinctive step back toward the bed.He flipped the light off, leaving white spots dancing in her vision, but the mental image was burned into her brain. She was well aware of just how built the SEALs had made Mason. Every inch of his body was woven with lean muscle, honed from use, not just time spent in the gym. But under his workout shorts? She'd only ever imagined what he was packing.She heard his feet padding toward her, and she swallowed.He stepped into the pool of moonlight and kept coming, his erection bobbing toward her. Even in the dimness she could see the map of engorged veins across the smooth surface.Would it feel like a vibrator? Without the vibrating part, of course. She didn't expect him to perform superhuman feats or anything.Mason closed the distance between them, completely at ease with his nudity. He looped his arms around her, his
Hannah paced to the sliding glass doors and stared out at the ocean.Did she feel different?The muscles in her abdomen and between her legs were sore, but that was it. No miraculous change, no big difference.Virginity was just that. A title slapped on a person for the benefit of assigning value to it and nothing more.Tap. Tap. Tap.She swallowed and crept toward the adjoining door. She twisted the handle and it swung toward her.Mason stood on the other side, still naked, but his hair was damp and there was no great, intimidating erection pointed her way. A great big bubble of warmth popped deep in her chest, spreading it's ooeygooeyness everywhere.Oh man...She clung to the door, her knees going all weak again.Ho-kay, she was a liar. A big fat liar."Hey," she said."Come here."He reached for her hand, prying it off the lever, and led her to his bed. The door swung shut behind her, locking her out of her room. She couldn't even find it in her head to care