Page 11 of Mistletoe Masquerade
She reaches behind her to unzip her dress. With her back still facing me, I see her fingers tremble too badly to cooperate. I take her hands in mine and lower them to her sides.
“You sure this is what you want?”
Please, Christ, say yes.
Something about this seductive, confident woman being so profoundly affected by me makes me want her even more. I want to explore every little reaction she has to my touch, but I want it to be voluntary. That’s nonnegotiable.
“I do … it’s just, I don’t normally do this sort of thing.” She wrings her hands together. “I know it may have sounded like I do, but I don’t, and you’re so confident and … and beautiful and …”
I coax her to face me. “You don’t normally have sex or go home with men you’ve just met?” I need to understand what’s happening here. I don’t want to fuck this up.
“The second one.”
I nod. “Well, let me put your worries to rest. I’m going to make you feel very, very good, Sachi. Do you want to take things slowly?”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, then shakes her head. “I really want you to fuck me.”
ThankChrist.
I place my hands on either side of her head, noting the faintest tremble of my own hands. “I don’t want to be gentle,” I admit in a heavy rasp.
Sachi’s eyes hold mine steadfastly.
“Then don’t.”
CHAPTER 5
SACHI
Dean sealsour deal with a kiss so passionate that his demanding need obliterates my remaining fears. I’m swept away by a wave of consuming hunger. I want to cry out with relief when his hands ease down the zipper on my dress because, as much as I love the gown, I’m desperate to get it off.
Desperate for his clothes to be off.
For the feel of our bodies pressed together with nothing between us.
I fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt, ourtongues still dueling in a battle of desire before he pulls away and wrenches the shirt apart.
Buttons clatter to the wood floor.
Our connection broken, I take a moment to admire the taut curves of his muscled chest and the smattering of blond hair that makes him so damn masculine. So irresistible.
“If that dress isn’t on the floor in three seconds flat, I’m ripping the damn thing off you.” The dim lamp light glints off his steely eyes like shards of molten glass.
His unabashed hunger for me infuses my bloodstream with confidence.
I ease the single strap off my shoulder, unhurried by his threat. I want to tease out every ounce of his need—stoke that fire and see how high it will burn.
I’m not disappointed.
When the ivory fabric finally pools at my feet, I swear I can feel the heat from his stare sear my skin.
“Like what you see?” I ask brazenly. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I’m standing before him in nothing but a nude thong and red heels.
Dean’s gaze doesn’t detour from its ravenous perusal of my body. “No, I don’t.” His eyes finally lift to mine as he slips his shirt off. “Boyslikewhat they see. I’m wondering how I could ever appreciate another sunset after seeing such beauty.”
My lungs.
They’ve forgotten how to breathe.
