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Every inch of my skin feels alive with his touch, and I try to focus on anything else, but it’s impossible. The way he looks at me, the heat of his body against mine…it’s too much. Too intoxicating.

And I know deep down, I’m already lost.

“I was hoping I’d see you again.” His words are a heated rasp against my ear, sending electric shocks down my spine that leave my skin tingling.

“Were you now?” I fight the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. “Or maybe you were just stalking me.”

A low, gravelly laugh rumbles from his chest, sending a shiver through me. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not in the habit of stalking women.”

His breath dances over my nape, warm and irresistible.

“I’m sure there’s a first time for everything.” My smile curls just a little as I watch the darkening of his eyes. A deeper shade of green, like the depths of the ocean.

His arm tightens around my back, like he’s making sure I can’t escape even if I wanted to.

But I don’t.

“You’re right.” His fingers slide through my hair, pushing a few strands behind my ear.

Shivers rush through me the moment his fingertips graze my skin. The electric connection between us sparks in every direction, making me feel alive in ways I never thought possible.

His lips are mere inches from me, the heat of his breath mingling with my own. His gaze locks on to mine, steady and intense, and I can barely breathe—can hardly think—as every part of me ignites under his stare.

“Am I?” My words are barely a whisper, the tension pulling tight between us.

“Mm-hmm.” His thumb traces the line of my jaw, a low groan slipping from his lips.

The sensation of his touch on me is almost too much, too perfect. I'm swept up in a whirlwind of desire, unable to look away. Unable to think of anything but him.

He pushes me up against the wall, ignoring everyone else, crowding into my space until his entire body is flush with mine. And there’s no mistaking the thick, unforgiving length digging into me. Alisa was definitely right about the whole thick-fingers-and-large-dicks thing, because his is definitely not just a few inches.

“I shouldn’t be thinking the things I am right now.” His breaths land hot on my lips.

But he doesn’t kiss me, teasing me with his proximity until all I want is more. Until I’m craving it on a level I’ve never felt before.

How is that possible? How can I want such things with a man I don’t even know?

But Iwantto know him. Want him to snap off that mask so I can see him, even if that’s against the rules.

“What things are you thinking about?”

I want him to admit he feels what I do. That he wants to kiss me and touch me, have every inch of me.

He cages me with his large hands, his mouth stroking the corner of mine, and in a flash, he’s got his hand wrapped around my throat. His eyes turn beastly and demonic, so raw I can practically feel him inside me, taking what I’d be willing to give.

“Like wanting to rip this pretty dress to shreds…” He traces the hem across my breasts. “…and have you begging me to fuck you while my tongue is inside your pretty cunt.”

Holy. Shit.

A pulsing throb hits between my thighs. I would let him in an instant.

The thought is irrational and stupid, but maybe Natalia is right. Maybe losing my virginity to this man is the smartest idea I’ve ever had.

Okay, I’m probably pushing it. But like she said, this is the time I get to make all the mistakes in the world. Let’s just hope he isn’t one of them.

“You two back there seem to have gotten an early start.” The woman laughs. “You’ll be paired up.”

Shit.