The things she already does to me.
Grabbing her hand, I pull her off the dance floor and lead her past the bathrooms into an enclave at the end of the hall.
She lets out that sweet laugh of hers when I push her up against the wall and pin her hands above her head.
“What’re you going to do now?” she asks. Her flirty tone is suggestive and seeps underneath my skin, exciting me like no other.
“Exactly what I’ve imagined doing to you since you walked into this club.”
Locking her wrists in one of my hands, I slide the tips of my fingers from the other along her arm and down the side of herdelectable body, caressing it with a need I know will drive us both insane.
Her eyes close, and she lets out an audible breath that sounds pretty damn close to a desperate plea for more.
I glide my hand lower, the sequins catching my fingers, until I pass the hem of her dress, finding my way to her soft skin. Wrapping my hand around her thigh, I give it a tight squeeze, and she angles her hips toward me.
“Admit it. You like it when I touch you like this.”
“And if I do?” she says, angling her mouth toward mine, teasing me with it being so close, yet so far away.
“Should we make a bet on how long it’ll take before I have you begging to come back to my place?”
“Well, let’s see what you got, Phantom,” she says with a smirk, referring to the silverPhantom of the Operastyle mask covering half my face.
Thankful for the privacy we have in this enclave—not that it would stop me from what I’m about to do—I lift her leg to my waist and hold it there. Releasing my grasp around her wrists, I slide my hand around her neck and slam my mouth to hers.
She lets out a small moan, and I take advantage, pushing my tongue in to meet hers. My grip around her neck tightens when our mouths clash together in a raw and seemingly innate response to one another.
I get so lost in the moment that I almost forget I have no idea who this woman is, which goes against everything I’ve been taught. Tearing myself away, I stare deep into her eyes.I have to know who this beauty is.
“How about now, mystery girl?”
She laughs. “Mystery girl, huh?”
“If I can’t convince you to come back to my place, can I at least get a name?”
“A name?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I need to know who you are,bellezza.”
She stiffens and presses her hands into my chest, forcing me to release her leg.
“What did you say?” she asks, her once-flirty tone now masked by shock.
My brow furrows. “I need to know who you are?”
“No… You called mebellezza.”
I tilt my head, not understanding what she’s saying. “It just means?—”
“Beauty—I know—but you speak Italian?”
She digs her nails into my chest and tries to push me back, but I stand my ground, not wanting to be shoved out of her space.
“What’s wrong with speaking Italian,belleza?” I say with a smirk, but even with the mask shielding half her face, her widened gaze gives me the feeling she’s… scared?
Reaching up, she yanks my mask down, revealing my face. Her mouth drops, and that look of concern intensifies.
“I-I have to go.” She pushes me back, but this time, I’m taken so off guard, I let her, stumbling back a couple feet. Before she’s able to pass me, I grab her by the arm.
