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breasts caused her pulse to quicken, and she stifled a moan as his hands slipped lower, settling onto her hips.
    They began swaying to the music, and her heart beat faster as brilliantly blue eyes looked down at her from behind that mysterious white mask. His eyes burned with an intensity that made her tremble, as if he wanted to devour her from the inside out. Which was ridiculous. She was no Madonna.
    “Don’t look up at me with that self-doubt in your eyes, Isabella,” he whispered huskily. “You’re gorgeous. Stunning and sexy.”
    Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the voice now, where she hadn’t before. “Marshall?” She inhaled, and nearly felt giddy as sandalwood, spice and that unique man-scent of his filled her senses. It was immediately followed by a hefty dose of embarrassment and anger, and she instinctively tried to pull away. She had come to this party to forget all about him! What sort of cruel joke were the gods playing on her now, to put him in the same room with her like this?
    His grip on her tightened, and he crushed her to his chest. A small whimper escaped her as her breasts crushed against him, a rush of fire shooting through her veins “I know you’ve been trying to avoid me, Isabella,” he continued, leaning his head down so his lips moved along her earlobe with each carefully spoken word. Tingling sensations skipped along her nerve endings, and she wanted to cry out, but found herself unable to move. “You’re afraid of the way I make you feel.”
    “W-what are y-you talking about?” she stammered, both furious, and mortified. “I barely even know you!” She tried to wrench herself from his arms again—obviously her ability to form coherent sentences was severely impaired by close contact with him—but he only tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer.
    “It’s okay,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her ear. “You don’t need to be ashamed. I feel it too. You’ve been all I can think about ever since I laid eyes on you. Oh, the dreams I’ve had—and I’ve tried to ignore them. But I can’t. I need you, Isabella.”
    Isabella’s eyes widened in shock. Marshall needed her? No, impossible! She was just a nobody, and he hardly knew her. She opened her mouth to protest, and let out a squeak instead when his hand slid down from her waist to cup her ass through her black leather pants. His arousal was clearly evident and she ached to feel him again inside her.
    “You have the cutest ass. Such delicious curves.” He buried his face into her neck, squeezing her ass lightly. It was almost too much and she couldn’t help the groan that escaped her lips.  She tried to push his hand away, but he only gripped her tighter.
    “You’re meant to be mine.”
    Isabella hadn’t thought she could get any hotter, but the erotic words spilling from his sensuous lips proved her wrong. She tried to speak again, but his hands moved so that both were gripping her ass, and all that came out was a strangled moan. He pulled her towards him and while she didn’t think her body could get any closer, he managed to mesh his muscular frame against hers, crushing her in his tight, and passionate embrace.
    “Tell me you haven’t wanted this for so long.” She heard the smile in Marshall’s voice and her breath came up short, every nerve in her body tingling.
    She could feel his erection pressing up against her belly as he held her against him, wringing tiny little gasps, and moans from her lips as he grinded against her on the dance floor. The fact that they were in the middle of a ballroom with several hundred people watching should have mortified her, but instead, she found that she didn’t care.
    She felt him lean forward until his teeth were grazing the sensitive area of her neck, and he bit down gently. “You taste so good,” his voice sounded rough, almost guttural, and very sexy as kissed her neck and throat, pressing hard against her to create more