The Death Of Mason Mayers

She's going to be the death of him. 

"Godamnit," Mason cursed as he stripped his clothes off and stepped into the cold shower.

Alex is going to be the death of him.

He sighed in relief the moment the cold water hit his heated body. But it was not enough. He felt as if he needed to submerge himself into a tub filled with ice. He had never desired a woman more than he desired his best friend. And to think that she was not even trying to be desirable. She was not trying to seduce him. She was wearing a big shirt and cargo shorts that covered her body...it was nothing compared to what the other women he had lusted over before were wearing.

Yet, Alex managed to make him feel want her...need her...every inch of her body, heart, and soul without her even trying. And he was having a hard time trying to suppress himself. If it was another woman...he would have already dragged her to the bedroom, threw her in the bed, and had his wicked ways to her body.