He makes a sexy little sound as he nips at my lower lip like he can’t get enough of me either, then moves to my neck, slowly scraping his teeth down it and making me whimper. He works his mouth all the way down my neck and gently nips at the soft skin where it meets my shoulder, then pulls back.

“You taste amazing. Even better than you smell,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. He kisses me again, holding me close to him with one hand on my lower back while the other pushes aside the slit of my dress to get at my thigh that’s crossed over the other. He massages the muscles with surprising yet tender strength, and images of those hands all over the rest of my body flash through my mind.

He kisses the back of my ear, making me shudder.

“I want to taste you everywhere,” he says, and my hand falls to his forearm. I squeeze it to steady myself as my clit throbs. Despite my grip, he keeps moving his hand slowly and sensually up my thigh.

“Is this okay?” he breathes, and I uncross my legs.

“Yes,” I whisper, and he flashes me a heated grin as his hand disappears under my dress. He pushes my panties aside, and when his fingers find my wetness, his nostrils flare.

He teases my clit with his fingertips, brushing them against me lightly like an artist exploring a canvas. Our eyes lock, and his simmering gaze boils me over inside. His tongue darts out to trace his lower lip as he gently slides a thick, calloused finger into me, and he groans at how easily I take him.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmurs, and I realize it’s true.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life, and we’ve barely done anything together. I whimper as he drives his finger deeper into me, and the masked man glances up over my shoulder.

“Looks like we’ve got an audience,” he says quietly, and my stomach flutters. The room, which seemed to fall away as I lost myself in his touch, comes rushing back into focus and I realize how many people are casting subtle glances our way, obviously enjoying watching James with his hand up my dress.

“I think every one of them is jealous of me right now. But I don’t want to share you.” He kisses me again to prove it, his hand still working between my legs, then pulls back, tipping my chin up with his free hand. “Come with me to one of the private rooms.”