Mr. Right Now by Kristina Knight Read Free Book Online Page A

for? Whatever the attraction between them, it didn’t have to be about more than spending the next seven nights doing ridiculously hot things to each other. Then she would go back to being Cassandra Cash. She would play the part of guru, figure out how to break this numbing case of writer’s block and make it through the next few weeks without tearing her reputation to shreds.
    They were on a darkened deck, somewhat protected by the drawn curtains, somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico, for crying out loud. What was that saying? Vacation was one-third pleasure and two-thirds aggravation? Her life had been one hundred percent aggravation for the past few weeks, so she was taking the little bit of pleasure this moment offered.
    “You don’t know anything about me," he said.
    She couldn’t read his face in the dim light, but something in his voice made her try. Why would any man be sad about sex with no strings? She reached into her feisty romantic heroine’s bag of tricks and said, “I’m a big girl. Why not just take what you want? The rest can just be...the rest.”
    What was there to know, anyway? His kisses made her stomach do acrobatic moves she hadn’t seen since the last Olympics. She wasn’t asking for a lifetime commitment. She would take this one night, and if she could, stretch their vacation fling until they reached port in Miami. She would go back to worrying about contracts and tabloid reporters and life once the plane landed at JFK.
    “Mason Drury.” She sat up and straddled his lap; a startled chuckle rang through the night air. Placing a small kiss beside his mouth, Casey said, “You made a lonely woman feel worthwhile.” She ignored the voice in her head, asking if the lonely woman was Tilly or herself, and placed another kiss, this time to the scar above his lip. She put her hands on his jaw and looked into green eyes she could drown in.
    “You found a man on board the ship who would be nice to her, so she’ll get over Herb and the bitch.” Once again, her situation and Tilly’s ran through her mind. She could be Tilly, getting over a man on a cruise. Only Mason was offering himself as the balm to her soul.
    Settling her mouth over his open lips, she dipped her tongue inside. His length hardened between them and she just resisted the urge to grind her hips against him. Mason’s hand stole around her, pressing against her back, bringing her breasts in contact with his chest.
    Someone moaned. Maybe, most definitely, her.
    “Should we take this to my place or yours?” His voice was a rumble against her throat.
    Casey looked around the darkened deck. No one in sight. Probably most of the passengers were below deck, watching the Vegas-style show in the ballroom, playing cards in the casino or throwing back plates of food at the buffets or in the dining rooms. The empty bar threw dark shadows along the deck, plus they had the advantage of the untied tiebacks.
    “Neither. We should stay right here.” She leaned in to him, wishing she’d pulled the tee from his shoulders earlier. Wishing he would pull her own t-shirt and bra from her overheating skin.
    Mason placed tiny kisses down her neck, flirting with the V-neck of her shirt. Casey wanted more. Faster. Slowly she rocked against his erection and her tummy muscles clenched. Mason groaned deep in his throat.
    “Is there anything else I should know?” she asked as his hands locked her hips in place.
    “I have protection.” His hands moved to her legs, creeping under her skirt to skim over her upper thighs. “And not a damn thing,” he said gruffly.
    “Thank God,” she said, and lowered her mouth to his.
    In a quick move, his hands jumped from legs to belly, caressing the soft skin of her stomach. Casey drew her fingers from the back of his jaw to his chin; the exciting, cleanly-shaven man from check-in was gone. Replaced with a dangerous, scruffy mountain of sex on the chaise beneath her. He walked his fingers over her stomach to just below