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“Tell me more,” he urged, burying his mouth in the side of her throat. He inhaled deeply, then groaned and closed his fingers over her breasts. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t manipulate the aching flesh. He just waited.
Zoe’s breath was coming in little pants now. She needed more. But, a tiny sane voice warned, she was standing in the hallway with a masked stranger.
“We need to—”
“Stop?” he asked.
“Get inside my room,” she answered.
She felt his grin against her neck. Then, scraping his teeth over her sensitive flesh, he bit gently. Zoe gave a little keening moan, pressing her thighs together to intensify the wet, spiraling pressure between her legs.
“Key?”
Zoe forced her eyes open and tried to focus. What had she done with the key? She reluctantly moved, wishing he didn’t ever have to stop working his magic on her throat, but wanting privacy even more. She saw the glint of white plastic out of the corner of her eye.
“I dropped it,” she realized.
Before she could move, he bent down and grabbed it. But instead of straightening, he dropped to his knees and skimmed his hands over the back of her calves. Surprised, Zoe gave a little gasp. He smoothed his hands up her legs, curving them behind her knees. She shivered and closed her eyes to better savor the delight. If his hands felt this good through the thick denim of her jeans, how would they feel against her bare skin?
Then his hands cupped her butt and Zoe moaned. Encouraged, he leaned forward and, starting on her thigh, pressed tiny, openmouthed kisses up her leg. She held her breath. Would he? Eyes flying open, she shot an alarmed look down the hallway. It was deserted. She looked down and saw him watching her. Unable to tear her eyes away from the rich depths of his brown gaze, she stared. He gave a little grin, then pressed his mouth, hot and damp, against the crux of her legs. In response, wet heat flowed, dampening her panties.
“Wait,” she said breathlessly. “Hold up.”
He groaned. But he also held.
“Who are you?”
She felt rather than saw him freeze. Pull away.
And saw her orgasm flying out of her reach.
“Not who you are, exactly. I mean, I don’t need a full name and background check. Sexual history would be nice, of course. All things considered that’s just being smart, right? But nothing that would jeopardize your, um…” She was babbling. Zoe closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath. Then she looked at him and gave a breathy laugh before shrugging. “You can keep your, you know, secret identity and all…Just, well, do we know each other?”
Zoe held her breath. It wasn’t just the threat of losing what was promising to be one helluva sweet orgasm that she was worried about. It was the idea that this wasn’t just a game to him. He was really determined to hide his identity Why? Was he some creepy stalker who hung out at the inn, waiting to prey on single women? Even as the idea entered her head, she gave a mental eye roll. Right, because there were so many opportunities to run around in a mask without being questioned.
“We went to school together. I’m here with the reunion ,” he finally said. Then he frowned, the move wrinkling his mask over his forehead and giving him a slightly demonic look. “I’m not Brad, though.”
Relief poured through her like champagne, complete with giddy bubbles of joy. Zoe gave a relieved giggle as the tension drained from her shoulders, leaving her arms limp at his waist. Until that second, she hadn’t realized how worried she was. He was a former classmate, which put him firmly within groping limits.
Then his last words registered. Her eyes snapped open and she inspected as much of his face as she could.
She’d called him Brad last night. And five minutes later had been standing there alone and horny.
Bingo.
“I know you’re not Brad,” she said softly. Zoe licked her lips, realizing this was male ego territory. Fragile, sensitive and baffling. From what she’d heard from girlfriends, nothing guaranteed the end of promising sex faster than a misstep in this area. Personally, she’d never worried about a guy’s ego before. Of course, no guy had ever acted jealous of her before. Unsure to play the game, she used her fallback. Blunt honesty. “I did think you were Brad last night. I mean, he’s the only guy from our class who was ever interested in me. That and the camera guy said Brad was dressed up like a character from the same movie you are.”
His words were so low, she had to lean in closer to hear them. “Brad wasn’t the only guy interested in you.”
DEX WATCHED ZOE’S mouth fall open.
“You don’t have to say that,” she said with a shake of her head that clearly told him she thought he was lying. “I’m already letting you in my room. It’s not like sweet talk is going to get you kinky tricks or anything.”He snorted. Leave it to Zoe to take a silver lining and turn it into a noose. Not willing to let her tighten it around his neck, he got to his feet. On the way up, he was careful to let his body slide against hers. Damn, she felt good. Soft. He didn’t want to blow his shot at feeling more of her. But he wasn’t willing to let go of his point, either.
