Page 12 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?

I was going to die. Right here. Right now. "You saw that? Oh, my God."

"It was fucking adorable."

"Thank you? I'm so glad my rare,very rare, episode of clumsiness was amusing to you."

"I didn't say it was amusing. As a matter of fact, I couldn't breathe until you righted yourself, and then I heaved a sigh of relief that you were okay. And then I smiled at the cute look of embarrassment on your face."

"Oh." Honestly, that was pretty sweet.

I wanted to ask more about why,exactlywhy I had caught his interest, because this was important stuff and fascinating to me. No man had ever spoken like this to me before.

Was it just the masked anonymity tonight? Or was this man always this way?

Before I could question him further, apparently mystery man had had enough talking because it was like a switch suddenly flipped and he twirled me into another spin, the previously forgotten dancing coming back into the forefront.

This time the spin ended with me being pulled flush with his big body. My chest rubbed against his as he moved us closer, the muscles of his strong neck working as he swallowed, the movement fascinating to me for some reason.

Oh, who was I kidding? It was sexy. Everything about this man was sexy.

The way he smelled, the way he spoke, not just his deep tone but his actual words, and most of all, the way he looked at me, with a hunger I'd never been on the other side of. I'd seen it plenty of times lately, from my sisters' men when they looked at them, so I knew it well.

But me? I'd never experienced it. And it was more powerful than anything in this world. If I could only somehow bottle it so I could keep it forever. Because one thing I knew for sure, this night would have to last me a lifetime. There would never be—

"Stop thinking so much," he demanded.

Oh, wow. How did he know?

And why was that so sexy?

His arm tightened around me, his hand drifting lower to squeeze my hip. Our eyes met, and the heat emanating from him nearly scorched me. My heart pounded dangerously, so much so I wondered if he could feel it.

Actually, could he feel my breasts pressed up against him? Did guys feel that whenever we hugged them? Of course they did. But how exactly did that feel? When I hugged another woman, it was just a big squishy sensation. But if you just had a hard chest, that had to feel pretty amazing, right? If you were into that sort of thing of course...

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

My cheeks began to flush, because there was no way I was telling him all that. "Just, uh, girl stuff."

He squinted at me. "Girl stuff."

"You don't want to know."

"Maybe I do."

"Okay. Well, I was just wondering..." Oh, God, was I really going to say this? I really should stay away from champagne, or any alcohol in general.

"Wondering what?"

"How it, you know, feels for a man like you to have my, uh, chest pressed up against you like this."

I was waiting for a burst of laughter, or a roll of his eyes, but instead, he made a noise in the back of his throat, almost like a grunt, then said, "It feels fucking amazing."

Oh, that was nice.

"And it makes me want to rip your clothes off."

My eyes widened.

"...which I would never do because it would ruin your dress."