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her breasts. They ached for his touch, but Mason seemed content to tease. To let his hands almost contact her lace-covered breasts and then retreat to her sides.
    Casey didn’t want delayed gratification. She wanted to disappear into the dark void of sex and feeling. She dropped her hands to his waistband, tugging his t-shirt up.
    Mason grinned against her lips and sat forward so she could draw the thin cotton over his shoulders.
    She dropped it on the deck and took a moment to look at him.
    His chest was tanned and strong, giving her the impression that he worked outside, shirtless. A lot. Construction, maybe? God have mercy on the women in his neighborhood. A light layer of hair trailed in a V from his pecs to disappear in a point below the waistband of his jeans. Like a treasure map. She chuckled.
    “What?”
    “I was just thinking how many times a pirate and his lady may have done this on the deck of a ship in the middle of the Caribbean.”
    “You are an odd woman.”
    She watched him from under her lashes for a moment. “And you’re a little bit of a pirate. Kissing me in the elevator. Seducing me away from my room.”
    His stomach muscles bunched as she raked her fingernails over his heated skin.
    “Personally, I’ve always thought of myself as a privateer,” he said and easily flipped her onto her back, pressing his thigh between hers. He waggled his eyebrows.
    “Privateer. Pirate. As long as you don’t talk about my booty, we’ll be fine.”
    Mason’s left hand reached down to run through her long hair. His fingers roved over her ribs and stole around her hip. He squeezed her butt. “I like you. And your booty,” he said.
    Casey giggled. The man’s lines really were ridiculous, but they served a purpose. Kept things light. Kept her on her toes.
    And then all thought fled as Mason reached around her back to draw her t-shirt over her head. He flipped open the front clasp of her bra, moving both cups aside. He dragged the straps slowly over her skin and she bit down on her lip as his chest came in full contact with hers. The tiny hairs on his bronzed chest teased her nipples, making her desperate for more. He tossed her bra on the deck and focused his attention on her needy breasts. His rough hands played against her softness and she arched her back, wanting more.
    He removed the pillows from behind her and deliciously cool air brushed against her back. She shivered. He pressed her against the soft seat of the chaise. His knees hit the deck and he took her foot in his hand, slowly releasing the leather strap around her ankle. Mason dropped the sandal to the ground and lifted her other foot to his lap.
    “Cold?” he asked.
    Cold? Not even close. The man was taking off her shoes and she was burning up. But she couldn’t make her voice work so she shook her head no as he reached up to unsnap the clasp on her skirt. He disposed of it as he had the rest of her clothes and then ran his hand lightly over the lace covering her center.
    Mason stood quickly, shucked his jeans and joined her on the chaise.
    His erection pulsed between them and her inner muscles clenched. Moisture trickled to her panties.
    Mason leaned on one elbow, playing with a lock of her hair and watching her. Like he was afraid she might change her mind. No chance of that, Casey thought. But what if he changed his mind? She didn’t want this to end, not like this. Not even tonight, she admitted. She would deal with it if all he wanted was a single moment out of time. And what did that say about her?
    “What do you want?” He interrupted her thoughts and Casey wanted to kiss him as a thank you. Somehow she had to get a handle on her emotions before she completely lost her mind.
    “You.” He wore a thick silver chain around his neck with a heavy cross hanging from it. Casey grabbed the chain, pulling him down to her. “I want you.”
    His mouth descended on hers, taking her swiftly to the next level. She panted against his mouth as he