Page 17 of Unmasked Heart


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Annabeth

The kiss is scorching and demanding and incredible.

With one touch he owns my lips, my thoughts, my soul.

Colton squeezes me in his arms and swallows the tiny sound I make when my lips part for his tongue. He devours me in the dark corner on the outskirts of the party. I gasp against him as he destroys me with his clever mouth, his tongue hot and perfect sliding against mine.

He groans into the kiss and I respond with another sound of my own. Colton’s palms burn my skin as they glide over my back and haul my small frame against his body. I snake an arm up to wrap around his neck, angling my head to deepen the kiss.

It’s indecent and completely inappropriate behavior for a public gala and I want to laugh in the face of every one of my stuffy etiquette lessons.

This? This is living.

It’s everything I’ve been missing out on from my gilded cage.

Colton breaks the kiss before I’m ready. I chase his mouth and his grin carries a wild edge. The way his gaze takes me in makes me flush; his eyes are full of a possessive awe like I’m the eighth world wonder he’s lucky enough to touch.

He palms my ass and drags his lips across my cheek to my ear. “Ready to get the fuck out of here with me?”

His voice is tinged in rich darkness and it travels across my nerve endings, making me clench my thighs together at the bolt of heat spearing through me.

“Where?”

I’m breathless from one kiss.

I’m hungry for more.

Colton scans our immediate surroundings and nods to a hallway leading off from the main event. “We’ll sneak off.”

I slip my hand in his and he threads our fingers. They feel right locked together and an excited laugh bubbles out of me at our illicitness. It feels so good to break my father’s rules right under his nose.

Colton tugs me along and I toss one last glance at the bustling glitz and glamour of the party before we pass through heavy draped curtains into a hall where the thick fabric muffles the music and chatter.

Adrenaline races through me, making my limbs jittery with the rush. I giggle as Colton mumbles beneath his breath and cages me against the wall with his body.

“Need another. Pay the toll.”

I tip my chin up. “Say please.”

Colton groans and descends on my lips in another searing kiss. I’m not mad he didn’t ask nicely, not when he’s lighting my body up from the inside out. I can feel his hard length prodding me in the stomach as his body covers mine, our hot puffs of breath mingling between kisses.

The urge to hop up and wrap my legs around his waist is strong. I settle for hiking one leg up to wrap around his thigh, the slit in my dress restricting me from lifting higher.

His palm slides up my leg, squeezing the back of my thigh. His hips buck against my stomach. I’m wild with the need to rub myself all over him in return.

I’m more drunk on his kisses than I was on top shelf champagne.

Again he pulls away. I’m not ready for the kiss to end, but before I can voice a protest, he takes my hand and leads us down the hall.

We pass a doorway where serving staff scuttle inside, the head caterer shouting directions.

The hallway splits in two at a junction and Colton takes us down the darker path, eclipsing us in shadow.

It reminds me of sneaking around with Cohen when we were kids, hand in hand and weaving our way through a maze of our own making. I grip Colton’s hand tighter and he glances back over his shoulder, his half-smile drawing me in like an undertow.

The first two doors Colton tries are locked, but the third opens up into an old parlor room from when the mansion used to be a private residence. Now it appears to be utilized for furniture storage with a haphazard array of vintage settees and chaise lounge chairs scattered throughout the room. Most are partially covered in a sheet, but one or two are uncovered.

Colton’s hands go to my waist and this time he makes me stretch up to kiss him with a gloating expression. I go on tiptoe to reach, clinging to his suit jacket. He remains still, making me to do all the work. Then all at once he takes over, sucking on my tongue until my knees go weak and wobbly.

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