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Thirteen
Who is this masked woman?
Addi had danced with him for a few more songs. He liked holding her, being near her. The delicious anticipation of what would come later. Her. He’d guarantee it.
This weekend would forever be marked in her memory, and his. He was going to make it that good.
They found a seat in a dark corner. She sipped a glass of wine slowly while dropping double entendres. He flirted back, glad for the table blocking his lap—she turned him on more than anyone he could remember, and with just the hint of a smile. She was driving him crazy and he was more than ready to get the hell out of here.
By the time Rebecca and her husband, Allen, joined them at their table, Bran had been ready to howl.
If Addi wanted him to want her, goal achieved.
When she and Bran finally left the party, it had taken every ounce of restraint he possessed not to press her against the elevator wall and kiss her until they were both out of their minds.
He waved the keycard over the sensor on his door, looking forward to the feel of her hands on his body beneath this tux. To discovering what she was hiding beneath her dress. He wanted those full breasts in his face, in his mouth. He wanted to grip her ass and graze her neck with the edge of his teeth.
He wanted her with an animal need that was unfamiliar to him—had he ever wanted a woman this badly?
To keep from busting out of his tux like the Hulk, he reined in his libido as he popped open the door. She’d probably want a drink or conversation first. He wasn’t going to maul her the second they stepped over the threshold. He was more man than beast...at least he thought so.
“After you.”
She stepped in ahead of him. The room had been cleaned, the bed neatly made. He’d put his clothes away and tucked his suitcase aside earlier. Mentally, he mapped a path to where he stashed the condoms he’d picked up in town that first day. Wishful thinking at the time.
She set her purse on the entertainment stand and turned to him. The mask still covered her face, her bright blue eyes even brighter behind it. He’d taken his off at the table while they were still at the party and hadn’t bothered finding it again when she suggested they leave.
He liked that she’d left hers on, liked the mystery of her, the idea of unwrapping her—every part of her.
Now he reached for the ribbon tied at the back of her head. “May I?”
“You may.” Those pink lips. He hadn’t had a taste of her tonight and was looking forward to a kiss more than anything. Their first kiss had been in public. Neither of them had reacted the way they wanted at the time, but now they were alone. She could go wild if the spirit moved her.
He kept his eyes on hers as he slowly untied the satin and lifted the mask from her face. Revealing her rosy cheeks made him look forward to revealing other parts of her. He kissed the apples of each of those cheeks and murmured into her ear, “I’m kissing every pink part of you tonight, Addison.”
She didn’t laugh. She didn’t speak. But she did touch him. Her hands on his chest, she slid her palms north and tugged his bow tie free. Behind his crisp shirt and jacket, his heart thundered. The anticipation of wanting her had been sheer torture.
She unbuttoned his shirt, her hands shaking over the first three buttons.
He palmed her cheek and thumbed her bottom lip. “Nervous?”
“Excited,” she admitted with a grin.
“You can’t do anything I won’t like. I promise.” He wanted her to enjoy herself. Hell, he wanted her to have the time of her fucking life tonight. No pun intended.
“I, um... I don’t know where to start. It’s like seeing everything I’ve ever liked all in one place.”
Damn. That was flattering. He watched her, wondering how he’d overlooked her for so long. How had he seen her day in and day out and not acted on the attraction so obviously vibrating between them?
“Start where you left off,” he told her, placing her hands on his buttons. Seemingly over her case of nerves, she made swift work opening the rest of his shirt and stripping it from his shoulders. Leaving his arms trapped in the sleeves, she smoothed her hands over his bare chest.
“Mmm. That’s better.” She leaned forward and closed her mouth over his pectoral before dragging her tongue to the other and giving his nipple a light bite.
He sucked air through his teeth but she only smiled up at him. God, what did she have planned for him? Half of him wanted it right now and the other half of him wanted her to take her time and torture him some more.
Greedily, she explored his chest with her mouth and hands and he lost himself in the sensation of being wanted. He was used to doing the pursuing. He normally initiated the touching, the kissing.
He liked this dynamic.
