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“I want this. Don’t you?” I ask.

Gripping my hips, he presses my back to his front, his hard length digging into my lower back. His words are a low rumble against my ear. “What do you think?”

I turn in his arms, my hands fisting in his shirt. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.”

His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back. “Are you sure? We can take this slow.”

Slow? Screw that. I’ve waited long enough. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for his touch.

I crush my lips to his, pouring all my pent-up desire into the kiss. He groans into my mouth, his hands roaming my body, setting me ablaze.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He shrugs out of it, revealing a sculpted chest that makes my mouth water. Holy hell, he’s even hotter than I imagined. I trail my fingers up to his jaw, tracing its sharp line.

What would he look like without the mask?

Chris turns his head to kiss my palm. His lips are soft and warm, and the intimacy of the gesture makes me squirm.

“Can I?” I reach for his mask with both hands, but he catches my wrists and guides me backward until the back of my knees hit the mattress.

“There will be time for that later.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.” He spins me around and removes my mask. “Tonight, I want you to just feel.”

“Feel?”

The world around me fades to black as he places a soft, silky fabric over my eyes.

My hands shoot up. “Chris?”

“Shh, it’s alright.” He strokes my arms in a soothing caress.

“I’m not…”

“You can trust me.”

My rapid pulse drones in my ears.

“Another thing. No names tonight.”

No names? What kind of game is he playing? I flinch as Chris’s hands disappear.

“Chris?” I ask.

“No names.”

“Why?”

His hands trail over my shoulders. “Does it bother you?”

“I mean… yeah.”

He presses a soft kiss on my shoulder. “You’re overthinking this.”

I shift from foot to foot. Something about this feels off.

He sighs. “Forget I mentioned it. We can use names if it makes you more comfortable.”

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