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“What?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“Your code word, Genevieve. Rumplestiltskin.”
I vaguely remembered our conversation eons ago about using a code word to avoid startling me. Too late. How this man made the name of an evil, twisted dwarf sound sexy was beyond me.
Before I could even think of a snappy comeback, his arm wound around my waist, his hand flattened against my stomach and pulled me back into a private alcove, red velvet curtains sealing us in. No one occupied this one. No one but Jude. And me.
He spun me around. My hands went to broad shoulders clad in a fine, obviously expensive, jacket. The simple black mask he wore perfectly framed eyes of flame and accentuated sensuous lips now curling into a smile as he drank me in.
“Do you approve?” I asked lightly.
He traced my bottom lip with a callused finger. I parted my mouth farther for him. His eyes brightened impossibly more.
“Yes,” he said, trailing his finger down my chin, dipping along my throat, over the hollow to where his gift hung for the world to see. “I like you wearing this.”
“I like me wearing this too.”
His finger trailed ever lower, horizontally crossing over the slopes of my breasts, skimming along the line of the fabric. I closed my eyes, unable to handle the heat in his eyes, my breath coming quickly.
He tipped up my chin to take my mouth, and I opened for him instantly. Waiting.
“Genevieve.”
His hands scaled down my sides, burning through the fabric.
“What?” I panted, eyes still closed.
One hand stopped on my hip with a proprietary hold; the other drifted to the small of my back.
“You’re giving in to me so easily.”
“Should I be a tease instead?”
I opened my eyes to see a smug smile spread wide just below the line of his mask.
“You give a man all kinds of ideas when you melt in his arms, all soft, beautiful curves and bitable skin. All obedient.”
My hand wove into the hair at his nape. I let my ring and pinky finger tuck beneath his stiff collar, caressing the sensitive skin beneath. He shivered. That was a first.
“Jude, I only melt for you,” I said in all earnestness, sweeping my eyes down, then looking up through long lashes. “And I’m only obedient to you.”
He took my mouth, crushing me close, kissing me deeply, tongue and teeth clashing in a maddening frenzy. His hand at my back lowered more, curving over my ass, pressing me up against his pelvis. His evident arousal made me moan.
He broke from my mouth, sliding hot, lingering kisses down the side of my neck, scraping with his teeth. Down, down. His hands pulled me against the hardness of him, his lips leaving a hot, wet trail along the top of my cleavage. The hand he had on my hip moved up to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing a tight circle over the silk.
I moaned, my nipple tightening to a peak. Then I arched into him and felt flames ignite me into an inferno, dazed by sheer sensation as orchestra music and whirling dancers laughed just beyond the red velvet curtain. It would be so easy to let go here and now. I couldn’t think anymore, encased by a seductive wall of heat.
“Jude. Please,” I breathed, my hand clutched in his hair, pressing him closer.
I didn’t even know what I was begging for. Did I want him to stop or go on? Though I couldn’t see his aura of flame, it burned me nonetheless, in a sweet, lapping caress.
My mind reeled, forgetting everything but him—strong arms, caressing hands, imploring mouth. I was well beyond thinking clearly, wanting him so badly I didn’t care anymore.
Sensing the danger, Jude slid his hands away from sensitive curves to my waist, pinning me in place against him but not with the crushing force as before. His mouth found mine again, sweeping more gently, slower, softer.
He sipped at my full lower lip, pulling his body an inch from mine, bringing me down from a rapture that had nearly consumed us both. I was dizzy, heart pounding like a frightened rabbit’s.
“No,” he said, voice deep and husky and out of breath. “I don’t want you to be a tease, though I do believe abstaining is going to kill me.”
