Page 9 of Mistletoe Masquerade
Bold yet graceful—she’s absolutely breathtaking.
I pull away only because the masks are getting in our way. That, and I want to see her. All of her.
Careful not to mar her hair, I remove her mask, then mine, and we take each other in for the first time. I didn’t think the mask had hidden much, but I was wrong. She’s even more spellbinding now that I see the elegant angle ofher high cheekbones. I’d say Sachi should be on billboards if it wouldn’t mean every man in the world pining for her.
“You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.” It’s the truth, and I have to tell her. I want her to know exactly how I feel.
“Kiss me, Dean.” Her breathy words clench tight around my balls and have me surging forward to do her bidding. I love that she’s not afraid to ask for what she wants. And what I want is to devour every inch of her. I want to sink myself inside her and feel her writhe beneath me until she’s screaming my name.
Jesus, I need to get us out of here before I end up fucking her in a hotel bathroom.
I pull back again, this time admiring her kiss-swollen lips and the point at the base of her neck where her skittering pulse flutters with excitement. She’s the most alluring, sensual woman I’ve ever known, and I need more.Now.
“Let’s get your coat.” I take her hand and turn, leading her toward the coat check station.
“I don’t have one with me. My friend ended up taking it home with her.”
I pause and peer back at her, confusion wrinkling my brows. “It’s fifteen degrees outside.”
Her cheeks flush. “I know … it was silly of me…”
I lift her chin with a gentle touch of my knuckles to bring her gaze back to mine. “It’s fine.” I shrugout of my tux jacket and hold it out for her. “I’m plenty warm without this.”
“Thank you.”
She smiles up at me with such genuine gratitude that I want to march her back inside the ballroom and demand that whatever magistrate is present marry us on the spot. It’s the most ludicrous, absurdly impulsive notion I’ve ever had, and I’m stunned at how reasonable it sounds in my head.
What the fuck has come over me?
It’s lust. I must have gone too damn long without getting laid.
Or not. Maybe Sachi’s simply that incredible.
Either way, I need to get her home and fuck her senseless so that my oxygen-deprived brain can get some blood flowing to it again. The little bit of focus I have left right now is centered on making sure my dick doesn’t tent my pants.
Once we reach the valet, I hold her body against mine, her back to my front, to ensure the frigid air doesn’t chill her. And to hide the fact that I’m losing the battle with my dick. Even the crystalized flurries in the frozen air aren’t enough to shrink his excitement. The sweet scent of berries and cream coming from Sachi’s hair isn’t helping.
When my black unmarked Dodge Charger pulls around, I breathe a sigh of relief. I help her into the passenger seat, then hurry back to the driver’s side.
“The heat okay?” I adjust the settings, which the valethas set to maximum, then pull out of the drive-through and into city traffic.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“If that changes, let me know.”
“Yes, sir.”
The words linger in the thickening air.
My eyes cut hungrily to her. She stares back, eyes rounding before she bites her bottom lip to fight back a grin.
Fuck, she’s adorable, and she’s not even trying.
A smirk hooks the corner of my lips as I shake my head and turn my attention back to the road. “I’d love for you to tell me more about yourself.”
“Like what?”
“Like what you do for a living and how long you’ve been in the city. You don’t have a local accent, so I assume you aren’t from here.”
