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barely registered the crush of people he led her through as they made their way to the kitchen. Although the room was empty, he didn’t stop until they reached the back stairway. He pressed her up against the door, slamming it shut with her weight. The next instant his mouth devoured hers in a kiss that left her head spinning. Gasping, she tunneled her fingers through his silky hair, holding on for dear life.
    She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the kiss was a thousand degrees hotter than the one last night. Apparently sobriety made all the difference. Which was rather ironic, considering how the drugging intoxication of Jax’s kisses was far more potent than any alcohol in existence. He slicked his tongue over hers, coaxing a whimper from her. Splaying his palms on her ass, he squeezed each cheek and hiked her tighter to him. She went willingly, desperate mewls pouring from her as she sucked on his tongue.
    He tore his mouth from hers, his breaths ragged. “I’m crushing your feathers.”
    It took her a second to realize that wasn’t some kinky dirty talk she wasn’t hip to. She glanced down at the scooped neckline of her costume and noticed a couple of feathers with the tips broken off. Wise decision not to go with the rental option.
    Jax shoved her mask up and stroked her cheek. “Where is this headed, Gabbi?”
    She knew he was asking in the most basic of terms. This wasn’t an inquiry beyond the next twenty-four hours. Her heart squeezed at that sad fact, but now that she’d set the wheels in motion there was no way she’d step on the brake.
    “Hopefully your bed. Or mine.” She backed up her bold statement by sliding her hand to his fly. The impressive bulge she discovered tenting his tuxedo pants prompted a greedy ache deep in her core. She fondled him shamelessly, her pussy clenching as he surged and thickened in her grasp.
    He groaned and shackled her wrist between his fingers, reluctantly easing her off him. “I’ll never get through the rest of the party if you keep doing that.”
    “We could have a quickie.”
    “Not a fucking chance. I want you naked, those gorgeous tits quivering and your nipples available for my feasting when I ease inside you the first time.”
    Well how could she argue with that? She licked her lips. “Then I can have you after the party?”
    A slow smile tipped his mouth. “Oh, you’ll get all of me. Maybe more than you can handle.”
    The wicked promise in his gaze brought a rush of moisture between her legs. She squirmed restlessly, and he drifted his fingertips along her collarbone, increasing the fevered longing buzzing in her cells. She’d give her soul to have his hands on her breasts. Or maybe his mouth. That’d leave his fingers free to delve inside her wetness and relieve the relentless throbbing in her clit.
    He followed the slope of her shoulder and proceeded to travel lower, his knuckles grazing the outer swell of her breast. She leaned into him, her sight fixed on his mouth. Rather than kiss her, the teasing bastard inched backwards. Devilment twinkled in his eyes. “No, to get that you have to give me something.”
    She blinked at him. “I am. Me.”
    “But that won’t be for another three hours. At least.”
    “What do you want?” Scraping her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed wantonly against the delicious thickness of his erection.
    Gripping her by the waist, he made a tsking sound and pinned her to the door, restricting her movement. He slipped his hand underneath her feathered skirt and boldly caressed her thigh before gliding upward. He grazed the outer edge of her panties, and her pulse quickened along with her breaths. She swallowed past the dryness in her throat when he hooked the elastic band resting on her hip and dragged her panties down. Coaxing her legs wider, he slid the triangle of lace past her thighs and stooped to assist her from the garment.
    His grin sinful, he pressed the drenched scrap of fabric to his nose and