Mr. Right Now by Kristina Knight Read Free Book Online

like a woman.
    Mason’s tongue sparred with hers and then there was only him and a hot, sultry night.
    He tasted like Corona and lime. Casey stepped in closer, reaching around his neck to play with the hair at his nape, bringing his mouth into closer contact with her own.
    Mason raised his hands to cradle her neck, running his thumbs seductively along her jaw. He pulled back for a minute, but kept his thumbs moving. Casey forced her eyes to open. In the dying light his pupils were dilated, making his eyes look more black than green.
    “You’re a wicked, wicked woman,” he said huskily.
    “You’re not so saintly yourself,” she said, grinning up at him. She felt like a teenager, kissing her first crush. Kissing Nate had never felt this way, like her belly was filled with molten lava. If Mason didn’t start kissing her again, quickly, she had a feeling her world would explode.
    Taking her hand, Mason led Casey to the private cabanas on the Serenity Deck. Cabanas with tied-back, gauzy curtains. Mason undid the tiebacks, separating them from the rest of the deck. Not that they needed to shut out the world, even metaphorically. The bartender had closed his grass hut bar a few minutes before. Mason led her to a chaise with fluffy green and blue pillows atop it. They sat in silence for several moments, looking at the wide expanse of sky through the opening in the cabana ceiling and the first stars of the evening.
    The sun finally sank below the water and it was as if the last lamp in the world had been turned off. A few more stars glimmered to life.
    Casey sighed. This was heavenly. No one knocking on her door. No questions about Nate or her book or anything. Just the wide-open sky, a light breeze and Mason. Assuming he wanted her the way she wanted him. Casey turned her head, and found him watching her intently. His glorious green eyes glimmered in the shadows thrown by the ship’s twinkle lights. Her stomach clenched at the promise in his eyes. Seduction brought them into this quiet piece of paradise. Definitely seduction.
    Make the move . Casey barely held the words inside. It had taken all her resolve to leave the suite and come up here. She’d never chased a man like this before. Never put her physical needs above that tiny Sunday School Teacher voice saying, “Good girls don’t.”
    This time the good definitely was . She would take what she wanted for the next seven days. After that, Sunday School Cassandra could put Saturday Night Casey back into the corner.
    Casey channeled Sahara once more; it was the best she could do. She couldn’t jump his bones. As deeply as she wanted to, she couldn’t strip off his board shorts and tee. She couldn't instigate. Reaching across the chair, Casey walked her fingers along his arm. “Well, you’ve got me here. We’re on a private deck behind a screen of curtains and the rest of the world seems to have deserted us. Whatever are you going to do with me, Mr. Drury?”
    His green eyes deepened to an almost blue. “I think I might make you scream. In pleasure.”
    Biting the corner of her lip, Casey gulped down a shot of panic. Scream from pleasure? It was the most delicious thing anyone ever said to her.
    “But first, I think we need to talk.” His deep voice filled with an emotion that Casey couldn’t decipher.
    Sunday School Cassandra cheered. Saturday Night Casey cried. This was not about talking. She didn’t need to talk about expectations. She didn’t want to talk about what brought her to the ship or even this damned deck. Casey wanted fifteen minutes of mind-blowing kisses. Fifteen minutes when she could be just Casey, not Cassandra Cash. They would take the rest from there.
    She needed to forget about Tyler and the mess back in her room.
    Forget about the reporter.
    Forget about the book she couldn’t write.
    Forget about whether Nate was lying or telling the truth.
    So screw talking about whatever it was Mason worried about. Was a few minutes too much to ask