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confirmed the same Juliet dress he remembered. He really should have laid off
the cocktails an hour ago.
    “Never mind.” He reached for the mask covering the top half
of her face.
    “No.” She stayed his hand, knocking her wig slightly askew.
    “I need to see your face.”
    “ No .” She pressed more firmly against the hand he had
at her mask. She had no intention of letting him see her face.
    He watched her breasts rise and fall. Like him, she hadn’t
yet recovered from their soul-shattering kiss. He studied her eyes, which
looked soft brown in the dim light. He could have sworn he noted greenish eyes
before. Dismissing the discrepancy as a trick of the shadows, he captured her
hand and pressed his full lips against her palm in an open-mouthed kiss.
Although she didn’t make a sound, he felt a deep inhalation shudder through
her.
    He rubbed his thumb along the soft skin of her upraised palm
before he turned her hand over. Her long, graceful fingers ended with
well-manicured, medium-length nails she’d painted with nothing more than a
clearcoat. His thumb and index finger rubbed one of her fingertips, and he
discovered they were her natural nails.
    “You have beautiful hands,” he whispered, admiring the
golden undertone to her complexion he hadn’t noticed when her tanned hand
touched him inside earlier.
    To think, he’d been about to give up his search when he’d
spotted her standing on the balcony. He’d gotten a full view of her soft, curvy
hips and round, full bottom in the sexy, modernized costume. The snug plum
velvet, with its mid-thigh split and wispy, diaphanous overlay had accentuated
her womanly figure and billowed seductively about her ankles. How had he missed
those luscious curves before?
    He placed her hand back on his chest. His heartbeat raced
beneath her palm. When her fingers curled, the butterfly caress made him hum
with appreciation. He released her hand to its own temptation. “Do you have any
idea what your touch is doing to me?”
    “Wha—?” Her words disappeared inside the startled
gasped that rushed from her lungs when his hand brushed the front of her dress.
Her nipples beaded at his touch.
    “Yeah, my problem exactly,” he murmured. “Everything about
you makes me hard and swollen, too.”
    Her eyes darted to his. Despite the dim light, he could read
the desire burning in their depths. His fingers played along a nipple before he
palmed her and relished her heavy roundness. Her breast filled his grasp. She
had to be at least a C cup, an all-natural C cup. The thought
brought a smile to his lips. He pressed those happy lips against her neck and
massaged her budded peak with deep, deliberate pressure. His hips moved.
    She groaned when he began to lower his head. “Wait.” She
placed her hands on either side of his face to still its descent.
    His voice pitched low, husky. “Wait for what, sweetheart?”
    “I—I . . .”
    Her inability to form words amused him until he noted the
look in her eyes. Sincerity and definiteness of purpose filled her gaze, with
some confusion and uncertainty mixed in. Whatever the vibes she’d sent his way
in the parlor, she appeared to have had a change of heart. The thought
disturbed him. He couldn’t pinpoint what had happened between his gathering of
two champagne glasses to track down a one-night stand and this moment of
genuine human attraction. He needed more time with this woman to figure it out.
Something about her beckoned him to get to know her and not only in the biblical
sense.
    The melodic sound of her voice replayed in his head: You’ve
made a mistake. I think you’re looking for someone else .
    An uncomfortable uncertainty tickled his nerves, invoking
the feeling again that the woman before him differed distinctly from the woman
he’d conversed with earlier. The moment of unease caused the lingering
alcoholic fog around his brain to lift completely.
    Spurred by the possibility she might pull away, he wrapped
his arms