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The further I move it, the more my pulse jackhammers in my skull.

I almost have it low enough to see his top lip, when his eyes fly open.

With a growl, he grabs my wrist and yanks my fingers away, then drags me across his broad body.

His heaving chest rises and falls with me on it.

“What the fuck are you doing, iskorka?” he growls, his nose only inches from mine.

Shit.

“Why do you have my wedding dress?” I tilt my head and try to give him the most accusatory look.

Which is difficult considering I’m sprawled over his muscles, bathed in his musky scent, and my skin feels like it’s on fire.

“Maybe I wanted to see you in it?” The edges of his eyes crinkle.

“If I put it on, will you take the mask off?” My lip rolls between my teeth.

It takes everything in me not to grind my hips against him. He’s getting hard, his cock is digs into me.

He’s so big he’s going to break me.

“It’s bad luck to see a bride in her dress before the wedding.” His chuckle bounces me against the bulge in his pants.

He makes me crazy. Giddy. Like I could jump off a cliff and fly, if I was only brave enough.

I lower my mouth between my held arms until it brushes his ear. “Marry me then.” Taking the lobe between my teeth, I bite down until he groans.

He rips me up, holding me away from him.

I can see the flush on his face and his temples clench when he grits his jaw.

Panting, he sets my feet down and backs away, shaking his head.

“You’re something else, you know that? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re begging to be fucked.” His thick fingers run through his rumpled black hair.

“Maybe I am.” Pivoting on my heel, I aim for the bedroom. “But not now, you’ve broken the mood.” I slam the door shut and fall against it.

Damn, it’s a struggle to catch my breath.

Why does he hide himself?

The bigger question is, why did he stop himself? It’s obvious I turn him on.

What if he’s already married? Or has a girlfriend?

I fling the handle and stomp into the tiny living room.

He’s on one knee tossing a log onto the fire.

“Do you already have a wife?” I stand over him with my hands on my hips.

He doesn’t look up, but pokes the embers. “No.”

“Girlfriend?”

He shakes his head.

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