Free Caught in the Act by Samantha Hunter Page B

then I found myselfon stage, and then…in here, with you. You were…well—” She sputtered to a stop, and this time he did walk over to her, pulling her up close to him.
    “What?”
    “You…moved me. It was overwhelming. Exciting. I’ve never done anything like that, never dressed this way, or let a man I just met…do what we did. I never wanted anything so much as I wanted to be free to come here again and spend the night with you, but, well…now you know the truth.”
    Heat shot through him in response to the clearly declared truth. Mason was a lawyer to his bones, and at the end of the day nothing mattered to him as much as the truth. He could hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes. There was no subterfuge. She’d tricked him, yes, but she’d done it out of love for her sister. How could he fault her that?
    She said she wanted him. He chose to believe her on that score, too. He was willing to risk being a fool for this woman, he realized. That had never happened before.
    “So if none of this had ever happened, if you hadn’t come back here for the pictures, then you would have spent the night with me?”
    Her lips parted seductively and her eyes clouded with lust. She nodded, whispering, “Absolutely.”
    It was what he wanted to hear.
    “We’ll have to talk to the FBI in the morning. They need to know what Tracy said about the boy. Will she come with us?”
    “Shouldn’t we go get her and call them now?”
    This was important, but no one could have predicted what was going to happen here tonight, with Gina, with her sister.
    “Since Dupree doesn’t expect the photos until tomorrow, I don’t think this merits getting Agent Kelly out of bed in the middle of the night.”
    “I suppose you’re right,” she said.
    “So we have several hours until daylight. What do you suppose we should do with them?” Mason mused, his fingers trailing lightly up and down her bare arm.
    Gina’s eyes went wide, and he smiled, watching her cheeks turn pink. “You still…you want to be with me?” she asked, as if the idea was incomprehensible.
    To Mason, it was incomprehensible not to be with her. There was something happening here, something he hadn’t experienced with any other woman. It was too early to tell what it was, but he was a man who trusted his gut. His instincts were telling him Gina was special.
    “Absolutely.”
    He reached up to trace his fingers over the curve of her cheek, rubbing his thumb along her jaw. The pulse that suddenly raced at the base of her throat captured him. He bent to kiss the spot, smiling against her skin when she sighed. Her hand closed around his elbow as if to steady herself.
    “I…I’d like that,” she said. “There’s no sense in dragging Tracy out of bed in the middle of the night,either, when we can’t do anything until morning anyway. She’s panicked enough.”
    “Exactly,” he said, moving in for a kiss, finding himself intrigued with her eyes and lips, exploring her features. Now that the masks were off, he could enjoy her completely, with no secrets between them. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. What I wanted to do to you, how I wanted to touch you, taste you,” he whispered against her ear.
    “You were on my mind, too,” she confessed, their eyes meeting as he lowered to his knees before her, her hands on his shoulders as she watched him curiously. “I could barely work. All I kept thinking about was…oh,” she said, sucking in a breath as he pushed the bottom of the dress upward.
    His hands fisted into the material as he kissed her through the scrap of lace that covered her. Pressing his mouth against her intimately, she cried out sweetly, opening to his kiss, the musky, honeyed scent of her arousal surrounding him.
    After a few more moments of teasing her, tempting her to the edge, he looked up, delighted to see her dark brown eyes watching him.
    “I could do a much more thorough job of this upstairs, on the bed.”
    “That would be