Hands On (4 page)

"Not yet. I guess I have a lot
of pent-up sexual energy where you're concerned."

"Yeah," she admitted.
"Me too."

He sounded hopeful. "So I
guess we'll need to work on that."

She sighed. "Mason..."

"Lora." His voice sounded
slightly annoyed. "Don't tell me you can't make love to me because you
have a boyfriend. Okay?"

The truth was, in the last few
moments she'd totally forgotten Theodore. She lifted her head and stared at
him, dismayed. "Oh, hell. I guess I need to call him."

He blinked, and she thought she saw
a flicker of annoyance deep in his eyes. He looked irritated. "Yeah,
that's what every guy wants to hear right after he makes love to the girl of
his dreams. That she wants to call her boyfriend."

"Not to talk, idiot," she
said impatiently. "To break up with him."

He hesitated for a second, and the
glimmer of anger faded. "Oh. Okay. I guess that works for me."

"Good. Because you know, I
seriously need to break up with him. This just isn't right. You know?" She
sighed. "I feel really terrible that I pulled him into this. I didn't mean
to. I thought I could love him, and I was just trying to move on..."

"Yeah, I know." He
squeezed her waist sympathetically. "Don't blame yourself, Lora. Everyone
screws up every now and then. Trust me. I know all about screwing up."

"True." She didn't want
to move away from him, because their bodies were still linked, but she could hardly
call Theodore with another guy inside her. That just wouldn't be classy.
Reluctantly, she moved off his lap and walked toward her jeans to grab her cell
phone, while he disposed of the condom. She retrieved her phone from a pocket,
then
hesitated.

“No,” she said, shaking her head
and putting the phone back down. “I can’t just call him. I have to go talk to
him, face to face. It’s the right thing to do, Mason.”

She glanced back and saw Mason sitting
on the couch, watching her, his eyes hot with sexual interest.

"Your nipples are standing up
like bullets," he said, his voice hoarse.

She smiled despite her guilt.
"That really turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." He shifted
uncomfortably, and she saw his erection swelling. "I think you’re right,
Lora. You really need to talk to Theodore. But… maybe you could come take care
of this before you go talk with him?"

Amused by the desperation in his
voice, she walked back and looked down at him, figuring Theodore could wait
five more minutes. "Why don't you take care of it? I kind of like
watching."

He reached down and wrapped his
hand around the thick, wet shaft. "Pervert," he said affectionately.

"Look who's talking." She
watched his big hand begin to move up and down, slowly, as his eyelashes
drifted down over his eyes and his hips started to move. A fiery physical need
coursed through her, just as hot and intense as before. She'd enjoyed making
love to him, but she was surprised to realize she liked watching him just as
much.

She'd never realized she had a
voyeuristic side... but now that she'd realized that side was there, she
intended to embrace it. Fully, totally, and completely. And judging from the
little sounds he was making, the way his body was shuddering, the way his spine
arched, Mason didn't seem to mind.

Not in the least.

-The End-