"Close your eyes."
This was stupid. She knew what he was going to do. The close proximity of his altered voice and the way his hands were dragging along her forearms were dead giveaway of what he wanted to do. The light fingertips were gliding along and eliciting goosebumps; she knew he could see them because of the small spike of pleasure fading into her like water vapor. She still didn't know how her voice was still steady.
She knew what he wanted to do.
He wanted to kiss her.
To kiss her, he must take off his mask.
Her blasted eyes were shut the minute he caressed her neck. Damn him.
Removal of the mask had been something deeply desired by all of them. Who he was, why he stole the suit, why he lived the life of a thief, all those questions had been burning in their minds with every encounter and every escape. There never was a chance.
She'd tried; oh, of course she'd tried. These midnight meetings in her room every time he delighted in slipping past their security system had been an