All in the Chemistry [The Royal Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free PDF

surprised at how many men she worked with turned her way with interest in their eyes, too bad they would run far and wide if they knew it was her.
    The flash of red caught his eye as he turned and there she was. Just as she’d been in the dream, holy mother of god she was beautiful. Moving slowly through the throng, he caught a second glass of champagne and, as she turned slightly he held it out. “I thought I should meet you before the hordes descended upon you to find out your name,” he said quietly as he breathed her in. There it was again, that hidden lightness under the stronger scent that threatened to overwhelm his senses.
    She turned and eyes wide looked at him. She had in contacts tonight so that she could wear her mask but they were her clear contacts. “No one has ever asked me my name before” she whispered as she took the flute of champagne from him. “I have been coming to these for nine years and never once has anyone approached me, you are the first.” And he was, how strange.
    Taking her free hand, he lifted it and pressed a kiss to her knuckles before flipping her hand over and kissing her inner wrist. “I’ll ask for more than your name if you’d let me,” he said with a smile. “But I would like to know the name of the most delightfully beautiful creature in the room.” Especially since he’d be claiming her soon enough. “After that I would be greatly honored if you’d agree to allow me to have at least one dance with you.”
    She shook her head and smiled. “If I told you my name, you wouldn’t want to dance. Dance with me first?” Even the domino he wore over his face didn’t hide who he was, she knew who he was, she knew without a shadow of a doubt who he was and her heart was on her sleeve, so to speak, with him.
    “If you wish,” he murmured as he took her glass and set both hers and his aside. Taking her hand gently in his he guided her to the second room where the band was playing and several guests were dancing. As they moved through the door the music changed and he could have groaned at the poetic justice of it all. The strong strains of the tango began to pulse through the room as he spun her around to face him and led her to the floor. “I hope you know this one because personally”—he licked his lips, his eyes moving over her body and face—“I love the tango, it’s so impassioned and bold.” 
    She shivered and licked her ruby red lips. “I love the tango.” She snapped to attention in front of him, on her toes and hand in his. “Show me what you have, Kristof,” she slipped, calling him by his name when he hadn’t told her, but she pressed up and close to him. “Remind me how good it felt,” she breathed softly.
    Growling softly he smiled at her slip and moved his hand lower on her spine, settling it right at the perfect curve that led to her buttocks. “Gladly, my sweet,” he whispered softly to her as he began to move. Keeping her tight to him, his body pressing into hers as he moved her around, guiding her through the steps. Pulling her hand he held closer to his face he kissed her fingers lightly, nipping at the soft skin one beat before he put her into a spin and then tugged her back fast, catching her as she slapped into his body. Holding her for a moment, he took her through the quick steps as a unit, his body rubbing against hers.
    As he turned them in a 360 with her close to his body, she kicked her leg up and let it wrap around the back of his thighs, squeezing close and feeling the intense need there. She knew that if he knew who she was, he wouldn’t be there, he wouldn’t touch her at all.
    She looked up at him nearing the end of the dance and licked her lips again, god help her she wanted to know how it felt to have him kiss her. Everyone and everything fell away, all there was, was that moment, just them.
    As the last strains played, he tipped her back and breathed in her scent as he trailed his lips slowly up from her chest, over her