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His tall and powerful frame exciting me more than words could express.

One step.

Then another.

I stayed put.

“You know.” I whispered, “I was starting to think you weren’t going to catch me.”

He stopped in front of me.

Close.

Very close.

His head tilted.

That familiar gesture sent a shiver through me.

“You remember.”

I reached towards his mask.

His hand caught my wrist before I could even get a centimeter closer.

I froze.

He didn’t pull me away.

He simply held my wrist between us.

A question.

I looked up into the blank eyes of the mask.

“I’m not taking it off.”

His fingers loosened.

Only a little.

I let my hand fall.

“Still don’t want me to know?”

He shook his head.

Why was that so hot?

A jolt of arousal shoots through my body, and I lightly tighten my legs under my dress.

Fuck.

“Okay, fine.”

His hand slid slowly from my wrist to my palm.

His fingers lightly brushed against my own.