Page 87 of XO Karma

“Aw, that’s a shame. I was hoping you’d be my good boy.” I boop the skeleton nose on his mask, and he blinks at me, eyelashes fluttering. “Cat got your tongue?”

His fingertips walk up my thigh, nearing dangerously close to the hem of my skirt, and heat floods my core. “A pussy might if you’d just behave.”

I burst out laughing, slapping his hand away in an attempt to douse the all-consuming want that’s throbbing below my belt. “We know you like it better when I don’t.”

“You’re right.” He chuckles, the vibration rumbling through me as he rests a heavy hand on my upper thigh, making it impossible to focus. “Fucking the brat out of you would be much more fun.”

Well, shit.

Cliff, meet me. I’m about to jump off you, legs spread, and land on this man’s cock if he keeps talking like that. Looking at me with that damn mask.

Why are masks so hot?

Or is it that I know what lies beneath the mask?

Why is he so pretty?

“Lillian,” Aster says with a sexy hum, yanking me out of my wet dream. His fingertips dance around my waist, rubbing light circles, goosebumps trailing in his wake.

“Aster,” I whisper.

“I very much like Cowgirl Barbie.” His tone is low and gravelly as his hungry gaze assesses my body.

“Thank you.” I kick out a boot. “Perfect excuse to wear these again.”

He reaches down, grasping the material, veiny hands on full display. “I can think of about ten more.”

Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot! “Why do I suspect they’d be the only thing I’m wearing?”

He chuckles, deep and full. “You just get me, Karma baby.”

“Oh my god.” I slap his chest. “You are a shameless flirt.”

“Only with you.”

My cheeks are fire. Lava. The same temperature as the center of the sun.

“Shots?” Amara asks, appearing with two glasses in her hand, a bottle full of amber-colored alcohol tucked under her arm. Every atom in my body floods with relief at the interruption. When her eyes meet mine, her shit-eating smirk is so wide I struggle to force the death glare I want her to receive. “I’ll just leave the bottle,” Amara says, setting the glasses beside my hat on the small table with a clank. As she walks past, I swat her ass, and she howls a laugh all the way to the kitchen. I can’t wait for her to brag about her wing woman status.

Aster removes his mask, hindering my willpower further, then grasps the bottle and fills both shot glasses on the table. “Open up, gorgeous,” he says, tipping the first one into his mouth while sliding a hand into my hair, gripping it tightly and tugging my head back. My mouth drops open on reflex, and a moment later, his lips are millimeters from my own, stealing all my oxygen. His green eyes bore into mine, and I stop breathing. Then he spits every last bit of alcohol directly into my mouth. With a finger, he nudges my jaw closed, and I don’t have time to show my surprise as I swallow the burning liquid.

Complete and utter horntastic shock consumes me.

My breathing sputters as my eyes find his once more. I’ve forgotten where we are. What day it is. Hell, I’ve forgotten my own goddamn name. That was the hottest thing a man has ever done to me. Aster reaches out, using the pad of his thumb to wipe runaway liquid off my lip, and I’ve forgotten how many letters are in the English alphabet. Right now the only ones I care about are F-U-C-K M-E.

He puts his finger in his own mouth, sucking it clean, and I squirm, bringing a smile to his face. A smile that I can finally see with that damn mask removed.

A vibration starts beneath me, and I jump in place, a laugh rumbling out of him.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” I ask, thankful for the interruption. The way this night is going, I’m afraid I was about to do something very, very bad.

But it would feel so good.

“No.” He shakes his head, the buzzing continuing near my ass, not helping douse my desperate desire.

“Why not?” Please! Give a girl a break from this heat.

“It’s the Solarium. I already know what they’re going to say.”