French Kiss. Lori Wilde
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Joe nodded, wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped her so low that her loose, flowing hair grazed the stage floor. How often he’d thought about holding her in his arms like this! It felt three times as great as he’d imagined. She smelled so damned good. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard and fast, her breasts rising and falling against his chest, her head hanging below his.
Within kissing distance.
Her navy-blue eyes widened until they seemed to encompass her entire face. And when she slipped out a tongue to moisten her rich, crimson lips, he almost groaned aloud. He was that far gone.
“Joe told me all about you,” he murmured huskily into her ear as he righted her, disguising his voice with a bad French accent.
“He did?”
“He says you are a woman who regrets nothing.”
“That’s true.”
“Ah,” he said. “This is my lucky day. For you see, I am a man who will dare anything.”
Chapter Five
The masked stranger’s seductive words set something off inside Summer. Something hot and rich and hungry. His tone, the look in his eyes and the way he held her suggested many sensual pleasures. Erotic pleasures to which only he held the key.
He was a man who would dare anything. Was he suggesting an affair? The look in his eyes said yes.
It was as if he totally got her. As if he knew exactly what her soul needed. Red-hot sex and nothing more complicated than that.
She wanted him. Badly. But she was scared to want him too much.
How could this man with his sly smile, his face cloaked behind a leather mask, his black hair slicked back with gel know her deepest needs? What on earth had Joe told him?
But who was the guy? She knew nothing about him. Not even what he looked like. She trailed her gaze down those granite abs. Okay, so she could see he was a hard body. Beyond that, he was a mystery.
What else was there to know? She wouldn’t want him to take the mask off anyway. It was part of the illusion. Part of what was sending all her blood rushing from her head to the tender aching spot between her legs.
The Tom Jones song ended and a lively hip-hop tune began. The Masked Monsieur pulled her off stage. They ducked behind the curtain just as a buff, man dressed in a cowboy costume jiggled onto the stage.
If she were smart, she would leave right now. Forget all about having a stripper for Devon’s bachelorette party. Because Summer realized that if she hired this man and he came to her apartment dressed like this she would sex it up with him the minute the guests departed.
And from the lusty gleam in the Masked Monsieur’s eyes, she could tell the same thought was on his mind.
But this was impossible, outrageous. To be so attracted to a total stranger.
But wasn’t it much better than being attracted to the next-door neighbor she could not have? Nothing wrong with hot anonymous sex. Her nipples hardened at the thought.
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