“Perhaps. But what do you want it to mean?”
I jump because the man is right in front of me, his voice in my face. I can feel his heat, and my body responds.
Hot.
I don’t say anything for a moment.
“What’s going on here? Is this part of the quest or whatever this bachelorette party is supposed to be?”
I hear a soft chuckle that melts my bones. “Actually, this is your own quest, and you can do as you please with it.”
“Like, stay and see where this leads?” I ask, my voice quieter than I intend it to be.
“Yes,” the man says. His voice drops half an octave, sending a thrill through me that swirls in my stomach, then sinks lower.
When his large, calloused hand brushes across my arm, my breath catches, excitement running like electricity through me. I don’t resist, and he pulls me closer. I try to peek beneath the blindfold, but all I can see is a faint glow of candlelight and tattoos etched across the back of his hand.
I’m desperate to study this man closer, this man with a voice that makes my insides melt into a puddle. But when I reach up to take off the blindfold, his hand stops me.
“Leave it where it is.”
His fingers trace down my shoulder and arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, before taking my hand and leading me forward. I have no choice but to trust him, and to trust myself that this is what I want.
I see no reason why I shouldn’t take whatever Emily is offering. After everything I’ve been through, I deserve a crazy night,and the chemistry with this sexy, mysterious Russian man is undeniable.
With his hand still wrapped around mine, he guides me through the penthouse. I hear a door being softly closed before he gently eases me down onto what I assume is a bed. The comforter is soft where it touches my skin, the enigmatic moment adding to the excitement and the liquid heat pooling between my legs.
I haven’t been this turned on in a very long time. At least a year, maybe more. Lustful need ignites like a match tokindling, so explosive it leaves me breathless.
I follow the sounds in the room carefully. When I hear what resembles clothing being removed, my breath catches. I sense his approach. His presence fills my senses, even though I can’t see him. His heat, his scent, his passion envelope me.
“So tell me,” he begins in that sexy voice, “what exactly does the lady consider revelry?” He leans in close, his hands pressing down on the bed on either side of my hips.
The raw lust in his tone heats my blood, the alcohol making me feel bold and sexy. “The lady is up for almost anything.”
What sounds like a half chuckle, half growl reaches my ears before the barest whisper of, “That’s what I like to hear.”
The warmth of his lips presses against the spot behind my ear. I respond with a soft sigh, as though my entire body was waiting for exactly that. His kisses move lower down my neck, making me shiver.
He nuzzles my skin, the stubble on his jaw rasping against the softness. He breathes me in, long and deep.
“You smell incredible.”
“I smell like fruity shots,” I giggle. I try to be light and flirty to mask the nervousness I feel.
“Mmm,” he hums, pressing another kiss to my shoulder before moving on to my collarbone.
One of his hands slips inside my skirt. I squirm, feeling my nipples press against the silky fabric of the ridiculous costume I’m wearing. It’s just one more sensation on top of all the others that are causing sparks throughout my body.
This man wants me; I can feel it. There’s no mistaking the hardness pressing against my knee as he leans even closer, his hand slipping up my thigh with a feather-light touch.
“There are so many things I want to do to you and with you.”
I don’t know whether Emily has anything to do with why I am in this room with this man, nor do I care at this point. I’m ready to cleanse my ghosts and my memories of someone else.
I gasp as his seeking fingers finally find the edge of my panties and slip under the band.
When he touches me, it’s like a million firecrackers going off at once. Being blindfolded has heightened my other senses, and I surge forward, my hips tilting instinctively toward him. He undoes my corset and pulls the costume over my head.
