Chapter 5
Jess
Ithink I saw an opportunity to kiss you and grabbed it.
‘You did?’ I felt breathless, as if someone had just punched me lightly in the belly.
The air felt charged. When I’d been changing just now I could have sworn I felt his eyes on me. Maybe it hadn’t been wishful thinking. He nodded and said, ‘Yeah, maybe I was wondering how I hadn’t even seen you in that dress because I would have noticed you.’
‘You would...’
He nodded again.
I knew these were just smooth words, and maybe they came really easily to him and he said them to a lot of women, but right now I didn’t really care. All I could see was his magnificent chest and that mouth, and remember how good it had felt on mine.
This was such an unexpected situation – I wasn’t that shy with guys, but I wasn’t that confident. But there was something about the anonymity of the situation that was making me a lot bolder.
‘Maybe I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to kiss me again.’
The brow on the half of his face I could see raised up. ‘Is that right?’
I hadn’t even noticed that I must have been moving closer to him, because now there were only inches separating us.
He lifted a hand and touched my jaw. It was so featherlight and yet it burned. I shivered.
‘Are you cold?’
I shook my head, eyes fixed on his mouth. He took my glass and put it down on a nearby surface. I barely noticed.
He came closer and put his hands on my jaw, tipping it up. I was taller than average, but he still towered over me. I’d never particularly relished feeling so...feminine before.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked, his mouth so close that I could feel his breath.
I shook my head. ‘This is a fantasy. No names.’
His blue eyes flared with heat. ‘Masks stay on?’
I nodded. ‘Yes.’
‘OK, then. Incognito fantasy it is.’
His head came down and even though we’d kissed, I still wasn’t prepared for the impact.
It was open and explicit straight away. I sucked in a breath and his tongue was stroking mine.
I grabbed his shoulders, they were broad and strong.
I dug my fingers in and pressed against him, loving the feel of all that hard-packed muscle against my breasts.