I let my eyes fall closed for a moment, not understanding what made him feel so good. My hands tingled and my legs felt weak.
There was rarely ever a time when I felt drawn to a man. I’d felt attraction and passion, and I’d enjoyed sex, but I’d never opened myself up to someone long enough to connect.
Now I found myself not wanting this evening to end any way other than in his arms.
That’s where I wanted this to go. I didn’t need his name, what he did for a living, or his family history. I just wanted to be close to someone and feel good, and maybe that would be enough to satisfy me for the next few months until I needed someone again.
Shaking my head slightly, I tried to clear my thoughts.
Enough, Easton. He was good-looking and interesting, but I didn’t see anything in him that I hadn’t seen in any other man.
He wasn’t special.
Looking up, I asked, “You’re not enjoying the party, so what would you rather be doing right now?”
He shot me a small, sexy smile. “I like what I’m doing right now.”
I rolled my eyes, covering up how much I also liked him holding me close. “I mean, if not this?”
He twisted his lips, looking me over like he was thinking. “I’d be working, I guess,” he answered. “I work a lot.”
So he’d rather be doing work than schmoozing and drinking at a Mardi Gras ball? I dipped my head, breaking out in a laugh.
“What?” He pinched his eyebrows together.
I met his eyes, seeing the confusion. “You prefer work,” I stated. “I can relate to that.”
He nodded. “My work challenges me, but it’s also predictable. I like that,” he admitted. “I don’t like surprises.”
I instantly slowed, nearly stopping our dance.
I said the same thing all the time. I never liked surprises.
“Everything else outside of work is unpredictable,” I added for him. “It’s hard to control.”
He cocked his head and brought his hand up to my face, running his thumb along my cheek.
“Yeah,” he mused, leaning in while his hand circled the back of my neck possessively. “But there are times,” he said softly, “when I like to lose control.”
I closed my eyes. Jesus.
“What’s your last name?” he asked.
I opened my eyes, blinking. My last name? I had kind of liked keeping specifics off the table. I didn’t even know his first name yet.
“Easton?” he pressed.
I narrowed my eyes. “Why do you want to know that?”
He stepped forward, charging me slowly and pushing me backward. I had to keep backing up so as not to fall. “Because I intend on getting to know you,” he said. It sounded like a threat.
“Why?”
“Because I like talking to you,” he shot back, his voice thick with a laugh he was holding in.
I hit the wall behind me and stopped, glancing over at the people sitting at the table across the balcony.
He closed the remaining distance between us and dipped down until his face was a couple of inches from mine.
I locked my hands behind my back, instinctively tapping the wall with my fingers and counting in my head. One, two, three —
“Do you like me?” He cut me off, a playful tilt to his lips.
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. I turned my head, but I knew he saw it anyway.
“I don’t know,” I answered casually. “You might be too much of a gentleman.”
The corners of his lips curled, looking sinister, and he threaded his hand around the back of my neck and through my hair, gripping my waist with the other and pressing his body to mine.
“Which means I’m still a man, only with more skill,” he whispered against my lips, making my breath shake. “And there’s only one place I won’t be careful with you.”
A whimper escaped, and I felt his hand tighten in my hair. He stared at my mouth, looking like he was ready to eat.
“I think you like me,” he whispered, and I could almost taste his hot breath. “I think you even want to know my name.”
He inched in, and I braced myself, so ready for it, but then suddenly he stopped and looked up.
“Tyler, there you —” A woman’s voice stopped midsentence.
I twisted my head to see a beautiful blonde, maybe seven years older than me with a slightly surprised but not angry look on her face.
Tyler.
That was his name.
And I shifted, forcing his hands to drop away from me.
Tyler straightened and looked at the woman.
“They’re about to start,” she told him, clutching her small purse in both hands in front of her. “Come inside.”
He nodded. “Yes, thank you, Tessa.”
She cast me a quick look before spinning around and walking back inside the ballroom.
Well, she must not be his wife.
Not that I thought he had one anyway, with no wedding ring, but she’d called him Tyler, which meant she was familiar with him.
I smoothed my dress down and touched my mask, making sure everything was in place.
“She’s a date,” he pointed out. “Not a girlfriend.”
I shook my head, finally looking up at him. “No need to explain,” I said lightly.
I was glad he wasn’t married, but if he wanted to misbehave while he had a date in the next room, that was on him. I wasn’t going to feel embarrassed.
But I was disappointed.
I looked around, avoiding his gaze, and hugged myself, rubbing my arms. The cold had turned bitter, and it sank into my bones now.
I hadn’t wanted the night to end, but it was over now.
I’d liked it when I didn’t know his name. I’d liked it when I was waiting to find out.
He leaned in. “I —”
But then he stopped, looking up with a scowl on his face, as a voice came over the microphone from inside.
“Give me your last name,” he demanded quickly, pinning me with a hard stare.
“Now, what fun would that be?” I replied with his same sarcastic remark.
But he didn’t see it as funny.
He shifted, tipping his head up and listening to the man on the microphone and looking hurried.
Why did he look so nervous?
“Shit,” he cursed, and then leaned in to me, planting his hands on the wall behind my head.
“If you leave,” he warned, “there will be nothing holding me back when we run into each other again.”
A shiver ran through my chest, and my thighs tensed.
But I hid it well.
“In your dreams,” I shot back. “I don’t like lawyers.”
He grinned, straightening and looking down at me. “I’m not a lawyer.”
And with a smug look, he walked past me, back into the ballroom.
I let out a breath, my shoulders falling slightly. Damn it.
I was both sick with disappointment and filled with unspent lust. What an asshole he was for leading me on when he had someone inside.
I’d acted like I’d known he hadn’t come alone, but I hadn’t really believed it. Perhaps he thought he’d get my number, take her home tonight, and call me tomorrow.
But that wasn’t going to happen.
Sex happened where and when I wanted it. I didn’t wait for men who put me on a menu.
I felt my phone vibrate again, and I ignored it, knowing Jack was probably pissed I’d disappeared for so long.
Stepping into the lively ballroom, with glasses clinking and people laughing, I ignored the speaker on stage when I peered over the crowd and spotted my brother by the tall double doors.
He had on his coat and held mine in his hand, and he looked aggravated. I moved swiftly over to him, turning around so he could put my wrap on me.
“Where were you?” he complained.
“Playing,” I mumbled, not even trying to hide the teasing in my voice.
The speaker onstage droned on, slurring his words, and the audience laughed at his jokes, everyone else drunk enough to find them funny.