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heated words, he gripped her hand and towed her toward his truck. Electricity ripped through her body from his kisses. “Where are you taking me?”
    “I’m not finished kissing you, Eva.” His gritty tone sent her heart galloping like a runaway horse.
    They reached his truck but he didn’t open the door. He turned to her slowly and pulled her back into his arms. Heat slammed her, like striking a wall. His muscles, his scent and his warmth overwhelmed her.
    And this time he kissed her with purpose. The tentative swirling of tongues was gone, replaced by passionate demand. He bit her lips until she opened for him and then he drank from her roughly.
    Each flick of his tongue maddened her. She slid her palms beneath his coat and felt the swells of muscles around his torso. Without warning, he spun her around and pressed her against the door of the truck. Her spine struck and the forcefulness ratcheted up her desire another notch. She was in no mood to play games and apparently Mason wasn’t either.
    He tore his mouth away and loomed over her, trapping her in the cage of his thick biceps. His broad shoulders blocked all the light and she could barely make out his glittering eyes in the darkness.
    “Eva, you’ve been driving me wild for days. Weeks. Fuck, it’s been months!”
    Her belly hollowed out at his confession, feeling as if she’d just gone into a ten-story drop on a roller coaster. All the times she’d looked up from her paperwork to find his gaze on her made sense all of a sudden.
    He pressed against her, letting her bear his weight. She reveled in it. Feeling a strong man again dizzied her. “Tell me you want it too.”
    “Mason, I do. You’re— Yes, I do.” It had been on the tip of her tongue to say more, to add emotion to this interlude. But the time wasn’t right. It might never be. She wasn’t about to screw up a night of bliss with him. Even if it was only a night, she didn’t care. She wanted him.
    Twisting her fingers in his hair, she drew him back to her mouth. His scents crashed over her and her breasts ached for his touch.
    He kissed her fleetingly and then locked her in his gaze. “Come home with me, Eva.”
    Her heart flipped and then soared. He nuzzled her ear and throat. Boneless, she sagged against him. Weakly, she answered him.
    “The babysitter is with my son. Maybe she can stay. I’ll give her a call.”
    He jerked, pulling away a fraction. Worry filled her. In the year she’d been working for him, she’d never mentioned her son. Was it possible he didn’t know about Brady? It was a small town and she thought everyone knew her business.
    Maybe Mason wouldn’t get involved with her now, knowing she had bigger responsibilities.
    He trailed his lips over her earlobe, his heated breath a sharp contrast to the scrape of his facial hair. She shivered. Finally, he spoke. “Good. Then it’s settled. If I can stop kissing you long enough, we’ll drive home.”
    Moaning, she turned her mouth against his, hungry for his taste. Passion raged in her unchecked as he stroked the walls of her mouth with his tongue. He explored her waist with his hands, moving upward inch by inch until he cupped her breasts through her coat.
    She arched against him, needing more.
    “Fuck. I’m going to take you here if I don’t stop.” He moved her away from the truck door, opened it and motioned for her to get in.
    The hint of a smile crossed his handsome face, cutting a bracket around his mouth. She returned it. Was this a dream? She’d never allowed herself to fantasize about Mason because he was her boss. Besides, he’d always been out of reach. In their youth, she’d been too enthralled with Bill to look at other boys. And when Mason returned to take over Dorsey Forestry, she’d never considered him a romantic interest.
    She climbed into the truck. Instead of shutting the door, he climbed into the passenger seat with her. With the flick of a wrist, he sent the seat flying backward. A laugh