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possibly have turned such a masculine, sexy man down. She wasn’t blind!
    “I hope I haven’t turned such gold down. But if temporary insanity had overtaken me, I sincerely hope I would get a second chance at it.”
    Realizing she was seriously considering exploring her sexuality with this pirate, Christiana stepped forward, so her body rubbed against his at every possible point.
    Christiana felt amazed at the wealth of information her body could pick up with just one long caress. His chest was muscled, yet fiercely warm. It amazed her, the strength and power one could feel from such a simple piece of anatomy.
    Her pirate’s legs bracketed her, protecting and enticing at the same time. For a moment, she entertained the fantasy of removing his shirt and seeing how much hair sprinkled his chest, and what it felt like to run one’s hands through it.
    She ached with the desire to touch and feel every inch of his flesh, to explore all his hidden, masculine places and find which areas made him groan and which ones drove him wild with desire.
    With snap-decision resolve, Christiana decided to unmask her pirate and find out once and for all who he was. Once she knew him, she felt certain she would be comfortable enough to want to sleep with him, even if it would ruin the mystery and some of the romance.
    As her hand reached up to remove his mask, her pirate froze. Thinking he was about to object to her removing his mask, she opened her mouth to reassure him, only to hear her name being called.
    “Chrissy! Chrissy, where are you?”
    “Chrissy?” the pirate mocked. She nearly snarled in muted frustration.
    “That’s Maggie, my roommate. She knows how much I hate anyone shortening my name. It’s designed to get my attention.”
    “ No one calls you by a shortened name?” he mocked.
    Christiana shrugged, her mind whirling on how to get rid of Maggie without having an in-depth explanation that would last forever if her friend realized her intentions. Her friend meant well, knew full well her position on sex and the men here on campus. But this pirate might be different.
    Not really thinking, she answered mechanically.
    “An old childhood friend calls me Christi. It’s way too far down the track to convince him otherwise. And I sorta like it, not that I’d ever admit it. Everyone else calls me Christiana or finds themselves with a knee in the groin.”
    The pirate winced, though she didn’t notice it. “The friend must be grateful.”
    “Hmm?”
    Reluctantly pulling her body away from the warmth of his, she looked up to her pirate.
    “I’ll just go tell her not to worry. I’ll only be a moment.”
    In the shadows, she couldn’t really see her pirate’s eyes, only the gleam from the lights inside the ballroom.
    “I’ll come back for you later, Sweet One. Go soothe your friend. I think she’s getting worried.”
    Reluctant to leave, Christiana moved forward for one last kiss. Pouring all her passion and frustration into it, she swore as she pulled away.
    Running out into the light, she returned to her friend, cursing in a manner that her father and uncles would still wash her mouth out with soap for.
    Deep in her soul she knew it would be useless to go back into the moonlight and the trees in the extended gardens.
    Her pirate would be long gone.

Chapter Four
     
    For what felt like the twentieth time that night, Christiana turned over restlessly. Not for the first time, she wished for just once she wasn’t so organized and nearly packed to go. Getting up and shoving all her possessions into trunks and boxes would be a huge relief. Instead, she had to lie here quietly, so not to wake Maggie.
    Instead, she had to lie in her bed, ultrasensitized. The silky sheets rasped against her heated skin, her clit ached for her mystery pirate’s fingers. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t stop her blood thrumming through her veins and the dampness from pooling between her legs.
    Fantasy after fantasy of her pirate