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“I think I just found a new incentive to.” He winks at me, making me melt all over again.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand, wondering if we have enough time to have some fun before going to the dance.
“Don’t even think about it,” Mitch growls in my ear, trailing his finger up my arm. “You wanted to go to the dance. I’m not going to make the princess late for the ball.”
“I don’t believe Belle went to a ball. This was for a dinner date.”
“Belle,” he warns in the growly tone of his that makes his costume so fitting.
“Beast,” I say back in my best—but still pathetic—growl.
His fingers find their way to my shoulder and along my collarbone, kissing the sensitive skin of my throat. “You’re cute when you try to be tough.”
Goosebumps break out over my skin as a shiver rolls through my body. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. Taking away my sight makes my other senses heighten. The feel of his fingertip as it lightly caresses my skin. The clean, woodsy scent of him. I hear the intake of his breath as he dips down to the neckline of my dress, trailing along the curve of my breasts and into the valley below them. Instinctively, I remember the taste of him. Of his skin under my lips. Of his kisses.
My breath hitches as I take it all in.
“Soon, babe. Real soon,” he whispers before I lose his touch.
Opening my eyes, I see his handsome face with that sexy smirk that shows off his dimples, barely visible under his beard. Damn him and his hotness.
I whimper as he steps away, giving himself one last look in the bathroom mirror, fixing the untamable curls on his head. “I still can’t believe you picked this.”
Giving my head a shake, I snap out of the lust-induced trance he has me under. “Would you have preferred a big heavy mask? That was the alternative.”
“Hmm, no. Probably not.” Walking back into the bedroom, he crowds into my space once more as he places a kiss on my cheek but stays rested against my skin. “You make the most beautiful Belle.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, leaning into his touch.
I’m wanton. I’m shameless. I’m in such a heightened, over-sensualized state that I want it all. I want to go to the dance with him and be on his arm, but at the same time, I want him to pull up my dress and do all the dirty things he promised me.
I want him to do those things to me against the barn tonight.
“We should get going,” he says, not moving, but no longer touching me.
“Uh huh,” I resist the urge to reach up and grab the ruffle of his shirt, afraid that if I move, it will break our spell.
“We’re going to be late.”
“Uh huh…”
“Rachel?” he breathes.
“Yes,” I say, my voice equally breathless.
“I noticed you listened about your dress. You’re such a good girl.” He nips my earlobe and strolls out the door, leaving me biting my lip and closing my eyes, willing for any sort of relief.
It’s not until he playfully calls my name from downstairs that I whimper, realizing my prayer is unanswered.
24
MITCH
Iwas more confident about walking into my place of business dressed like Beast meets Poison when we left Rachel’s house, but now that we’re sitting in the parking lot in front of the barn, I’m not feeling as sure.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, placing her hand on my arm.
“Nothing,” I say, looking at the packed parking lot.
