masquerade. Rush might have never met his Chacha, but he was sure glad he did.
As his fingers trailed up her spine, chasing the tiny shivers on her skin, Chacha turned her head. Her hazel gaze was hooded and filled with unspoken desire. It was impossible to tell who had leaned in first. Her lips met his on a sigh. Her tongue ran along the seam of his mouth before dipping in. He let her explore him, tangling his fingers in the tips of her hair. Her moan made his erection strain against his pants.
She was made for kissing him, he was sure of it. Her lips were soft enough to make him breathless, her movements were just pressured enough to leave him wanting more. He placed his empty glass on the floor to reach out for her mask. Finally, he would be able to see her face. All of her.
“No.” Chacha pulled away, holding the mask to her face. “I have got one rule. I keep the mask on.”
Rush licked his lips. The mask actually did very little to hide her face. Even if she didn’t take it off, he would be able to recognize her without it. And not just because his wolf was howling that she was his mate.
Chacha was beautiful, and he desperately wanted to have nothing between them. The mask meant something to her. She needed it to have a one-night stand. It was endearing, really.
Even if this definitely would not be a one-night-only deal.
Once morning came and Rush stuck around and did everything in his power to learn more from her, Chacha would see that he could be trusted. His wolf pushed against his skin, begging him to be honest. That would be a terrible idea. If he were honest with Chacha about the mating, she would think he was a nutjob. She would leave without giving him any chance.
Rush couldn’t have that.
“Okay,” he said reluctantly. “You can keep it on, but only if you promise me that I can have a shot at seeing all of your face before the night is through.”
“Yes,” she whispered before kissing him again. The scent of her was sharply turned by the lie, but Rush didn’t care. He knew he could convince her.
Chacha was not just some woman he had met and picked up at a bar. She was his mate. They were made for each other. That gave him confidence. Surely, she would come to feel the same connection thrumming between them.
Rush cupped her cheek, drinking in what he could see of her lovely face before kissing her softly. With the glasses out of the way, it was easy to maneuver them farther onto the bed. Rush couldn’t stop kissing Chacha. His lips were desperate for more of her even as his hands explored the curves of her body. He positioned himself between her legs needing to feel her everywhere. Even though she was quite a bit shorter than him, their bodies lined up perfectly.
Time lost all sense of meaning as they made out like a pair of horny teenagers. They rolled around on the enormous king-sized bed, letting their hands roam and explore. But when Chacha cupped his erection through his pants, Rush knew she was willing to take it a step further. He eased off the bed, taking her with him.
“How do you take this off?” he asked, reverently kissing her shoulder. “I don’t want to damage it, but I need you out of it.”
“So impatient,” she teased, moving her hair over one single shoulder. “There is a small hook at the very top. It hides the zipper.”
Rush licked his lips as he unclipped the small hook and drew the zipper down. He trailed the newly bare skin with his lips, desperate to explore every inch of Chacha. The dress pooled at her feet, and he carefully laid it out onto the back of the sofa. The gown would always have a very special place in his heart. He had already decided that purple was his new favorite color.
A naked and gorgeous Chacha was waiting for him by the bed. Her teeth worked the tender skin of her lips as she toyed with the tips of her hair. Rush forced himself to pause for a second and take in the sight before him. He swallowed hard, incapable of understanding just how lucky he was.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered tenderly.
Chacha blushed again, averting her eyes away from his. He closed the distance between them and tipped