Free Exquisite by Ella Frank Page B

watched as a smile tugged the left side of his mouth up.
    “Kinky. Maybe later but not in
public the first time.”
    Rolling her eyes she did the
logical thing and lifted her other hand up to rest on his shoulder. She felt
him reach down, around her small waist, and tug her forward so she was pressed
chest to chest and hip to hip with him. She gasped softly and took a deep
breath noticing one other appeal Mason Langley had, he smelled amazing .
Whatever cologne he had on made him so damn appealing she almost gave into the
urge to run her tongue up his neck. She gripped his shoulders a little tighter
trying to keep herself upright incase her knees gave out.
    “So why’d the old man call you
Maggie?”
    She swayed with him as the music
throbbed around them then turned her face up to look at him. His eyes twinkled
down at her and she was finding it very hard to remember that she did not want to do this with him .
    “My full name is Magdalena
O’Donnell, the owner of this pub Liam, is one of my dad’s longest and dearest
friends.”
    “Ah I see. So you’re Irish?”
    Losing herself in the joy of the
moment she smiled and answered, “I am.”
    “So it seems I really didn’t know your name that first night.” he murmured more to himself than to her. The
band stopped and Lena went to take a step back when over the speakers came Dave
Matthews Band singing “Crash”. Lena looked up at him when he started to sing
the lyrics.
    “You like Dave Matthews Band?”
    Mason nodded. “I’m a big fan. You?”
    She dipped her head down hating
that he’d zeroed in on something they did have in common. “Yes. I like them
very much.”
    He moved them back around the floor
until the were out from under the bright lights overhead. She watched him
closely as he gracefully pulled her around in a slow spin.
    “Tell me something Lena. If you’d
walked into my restaurant that night and we’d never met, would you have gone
out with me?”
    She looked up at him and answered
honestly. “Not on a date.”
    He stopped dancing abruptly then
moved them a little to the left effectively cornering her in the shadows with a
wall to her back.
    “Why’d you stop?” she asked,
suddenly realizing he’d lost his easy going sway and was now holding himself
tense while his blue eyes burned as they looked down at her.
    “You say not on a date. What do you
mean by that?”
    She looked around to see everyone
still swaying and not paying any attention to the man looming over her in a way
that was about to get her in all kinds of trouble.
    “I didn’t mean anything.” she
denied quickly.
    He moved a step closer. “Yes you
did.” he licked his bottom lip and god help her but Lena wanted to do that for
him and maybe bite it to. “What did you mean?”
    Sighing knowing she’d never get out
of this without confessing she spoke quickly and softly. “I would’ve just gone
home with you and then never seen you again.”
    It felt like time stopped and she
was frozen to the spot, because she certainly didn’t make any kind of move, as
she watched Mason raise his palms and rest them on either side of her head. He
leaned his body in close and there was no mistaking his intention to crowd her
this time. She was glued to the wall and he was glued to her. She was mesmerized
as he leaned down close and when he was a whisper away from her mouth she
blurted out, “It’s not as though I’m really your type.” 
    She watched his lips as they pulled
into a wicked smile and he rubbed his hips up against her proving how very
wrong she was. She was sure she was about to find the fortitude to push him off
of her sex starved body when he whispered.
    “Shh Lena. This is my favorite part
of the song.” and then he proceeded to sing the famously dirty lyrics, “Hike up
your skirt a little more and show your world to me.” right before her leaned
down and nipped her bottom lip with his teeth.
     
    Mason couldn’t believe he had the
prickly doctor up against a