Chapter Twenty Eight
Lena had ordered another shot, and downed it like a pro then decided it was time to go get her man. Smiling over at her friend, Shelly gave her a thumbs up and she moved out onto the dance floor. Somewhere between leaving Exquisite and going home to dress for the club, Shelly had persuaded her to dress to kill. As she stood in front of Mason on the packed dance floor, with a few hundred people moving around them, his eyes moved over her like the hot stroke of his hand, and she was happy she’d gone with Shelly’s idea.
Spotting the little blonde move in behind him, Lena took a step forward and was about to say something, when she noticed a hand clamp onto his wrist. Like a spell was broken his eyes left her and moved to his arm. Turning slowly he looked at the blonde shaking his head. Lena couldn’t hear what was being said, it was to loud in the club, but she did understand he was saying no and Blondie wasn’t taking it. So Lena moved in to stand behind him and reached out, for the first time in months, and voluntarily touched him. She ran a finger down his back noticing his black shirt was damp to touch. She felt him stiffen and turn to face her. Lena smiled up at him with the most seductive look she could find then she looked around him and narrowed her eyes at the blonde.
“I’m cutting in.”
The blonde’s eyes glared at her through the flashing lights and Mason stood speechless between them.
“Who are you?” the blonde demanded.
Lena looked up at Mason and saw his eyes were clouded over, whether from alcohol or lust she wasn’t sure, but she knew she now had his attention. Turning her eyes back to her adversary she smirked. “You’re replacement.”
The blonde looked up to Mason, who didn’t even turn to look back at her, then turned angry eyes back to Lena. “Fuck you.”
Lena stepped in close to Mason smelling the distinct scent of him and peeked around his shoulder. “No thanks, you’re not my type.”
Suddenly she felt a strong hand come up and grip her head underneath her ponytail.
“Who is?” she heard Mason demand over the throbbing beat.
Lifting her eyes up to him Lena moved in so they were closer, then rubbed a leg in between his thighs. “Right now? You.”
His free hand came up to rest on her hip and he gripped it tight and pulled her even closer.
“You’re drunk.” Lena whispered as she rocked her hips into his. He hissed and leaned his head down to hers. Knowing he was intending to kiss her she moved her head to the side and felt him tense. Moving back he gripped her tightly and glared down at her.
“So? What does it matter?”
Moving her hands around to his ass Lena took a good handful and ground against him. She heard him groan and it rumbled right through her. “It doesn’t matter at all.”
Tipping her head back she thrust her breasts into his chest rubbing herself all over him, knowing she was driving him insane and pissing him off at the same time. He tried to lean in again and kiss her, again she dodged him.
“Lena.” he growled narrowing his eyes.
Rocking her hips on his she felt him move the hand from her neck down to rest on the other side of her hip. Blinking up at him, reveling in the feel of him after all this time she moaned a little and replied in kind.
“Mason.”
“Why are you here?” he asked on a strangled groan as she moved away and turned in his arms rubbing her ass up against his hard on. He gripped her hips again and she raised her arms and wrapped them up around his neck exposing her front to anywhere he wanted to touch. She felt his hands run up from her hips to her stomach, then those long fingers traced up the lace holding her top together and came to a stop when they reached the bow at the top. He fiddled with it as she rocked against him, then he dragged his palms up her arms and wrapped them around her wrists and suddenly pulled them down from behind his neck and turned her face him, tugging her in so close she lost her footing. Her hands gripped his chest and he glared down at her with eyes that were clearer, but now showed the anger as well as lust.
“Why are you here Lena? It can’t be a coincidence.”
Blinking up at him she heard the music change to Closer by Ne-Yo and she pushed in as close as she could and reached up pulling his head down. “I’m here for you.”
He yanked his head back and ran a hand up through his wet hair. Looking down at her he shook his head. “I can’t do this.”
Reaching up with a hand she trailed fingers down his cheek. He moved his face away from her and she flinched back.
“Can’t you just forget for the night?” she asked. He narrowed his eyes and before he could answer she raised a finger to his lips. “Just let me help you forget. Just dance with me.”
Swallowing deeply, waiting for his answer, she felt the music throbbing through her and she let out a deep breath gently placing her hands on his chest. Then she felt his hands grip her hips and gently tug her in so their hips met.
“Just dance?” he asked.
Licking her bottom lip she nodded blinking up at this man. This man who owned every part of her and she felt her heart squeeze when he reached out to grab her hands and wrap them back around his neck. He leaned his head down and whispered in her ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Mason closed his eyes and listened to the beat of the music as it throbbed through him and into Lena. He buried his nose in her hair and took a deep breath smelling the fresh scent of vanilla. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her fingers were threaded through his hair and every time she gripped them tight, as he ground his hips into hers, he wanted to groan and take her mouth with his. Her hips were rubbing on his with each beat of the music and he couldn’t help but run his hands down to rest on the sweet curve of her ass that was wrapped up in black leather.
He moved his head and his lips found her ear and he whispered. “I never saw this skirt when we were together.”
He felt a small chuckle vibrate through her and moved his head back a little when she moved to look up at him. Her big green eyes flashed at him with the strobes and she bit her bottom lip, and damn him if he didn’t want to do that for her.
“It was packed away from my college days. Shelly said I needed the big guns.”
Looking over his shoulder toward the bar, trying to spot Shelly he turned back when he didn’t see anything, and asked.
“So the leather mini skirt? Big guns huh?”
Nodding Lena took a hand and ran it down her hip shivering when her hand bumped his and he caught it and brought it up between their bodies to his chest. His heart was beating hard and his head was spinning as he watched her lick her lips and all he could think about was tasting her mouth.
“Yeah, mini skirt is the lethal weapon.” she tried joking. He blinked once then moved back to putting his lips by her ear where he couldn’t look at her mouth.
“No you have it all wrong. The skirt may be the ammunition but those leather fuck me boots are your big guns.” Groaning low in her ear he continued, “Holy shit Lena, you’ve never looked sexier than you do wrapped up in all that leather.”
Her eyes moved to his and he noticed they were wide and clouded and he could tell she was as turned on as him.
“Just dancing, remember?” he reminded her.
Licking her lips she nodded.
Lena was mesmerized. He was so gorgeous here in the dim lights, with his shiny wet hair pushed back and his hands wrapped around her, she was having trouble remembering the rule she’d made for herself. No sleeping with Langley. No matter what, she would not go back to his bed until everything was clear between them, if that ever happened. She refused to go to bed with a man whose judgment was clouded by drink, only to have him wake up and regret it.