"M-Mason," Ilona stammered, pressing herself to the wall behind her, eyes wide and heart suddenly pounding in her chest.
His startlingly blue eyes were sparkling with mischief and his lips curled with a grin. The slight breeze tousled his golden curls, and Ilona knew then without a doubt that this man was the most handsome creature she could imagine.
With one cautious hand, she reached out to touch his bare, muscled chest. As soon as her skin met his, it was as if a little flame shot through them. A shiver passed over Ilona, and she bit her lip. She watched as Mason's gaze dropped down to them, and his own lips parted.
And then, very suddenly, a hand flew forward, grabbing the Prince's shoulder and jerking him backward.
"Get off of her, you idiot," Nick snapped in the pirate language, shoving Mason harder than necessary and sending him falling backward where he landed hard on the deck.
