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tossed it across the room. “No, not weeks, months . I’ve been without human contact for months and I have to have you now.”
    “But—”
    “You saved me and please don’t let me suffer any longer.” She smiled seductively and slid back farther on the bed. She arched her back, gripped the top of her tights and shimmied them down her hips.
    Damn. A beautiful, naked woman lay before him like an all-you-can-eat buffet and still he had an attack of conscience. “What if I was someone different? What if I wasn’t who you thought I was?”
    “I know who you are,” she crooned.
    Every fiber of his will wanted to dive into what she so freely offered, but he couldn’t, not unless she knew his true identity. He reached for the edge of his mask.
    “No. Stop.” She sat up. “Please, just go with me on this. I’m so turned on right now.” She parted her legs. “Please. I swear, I’ve never been this bold in my life. Yes, I’ve probably had too much to drink and I probably won’t want to show my face in public again, at least not to you, but just be the knight and I’ll be the damsel for tonight.” Her face bloomed red. “Please, keep your mask on.”
    He’d have to be the noblest knight on the planet to walk away, and he was many things, but he wasn’t that gallant. “Without human contact for months, you said?”
    “They slid food under the door so I never saw anybody, and I’m craving some personal contact.”
    No way in hell he could refuse her. He loved her playfulness. He’d forgotten how to have fun. “Should I get you some food?”
    “No.” She shook her head, crooked her finger, and parted her legs more. “I need other things more than food.”

CHAPTER 5
    Carly rolled over on her side to see the shadowed form of the man beside her. The late morning sun pierced through cracks in the curtains, splaying a couple of stripes of light on the back of his mussed up hair and broad shoulders; otherwise, the room was still mostly dark. They’d made love twice last night and still she wanted more of him.
    Now what was she supposed to do, waking up from a night of hot steamy sex, knowing she’d made a bit of a fool out of herself? Her head pounded with remnants of too much alcohol, but thudded with embarrassment, as well. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to decide whether to run to the shower or sneak out of the room.
    This wasn’t the first time she’d been in this situation. In college once, she had used the escape option, but since she was supposed to be in a professional relationship with Dane, she had to stay. No sneaking out. She still had to get her interview. Oh, he’d answered a few questions and according to the rumors, she should be happy with that, but he’d promised her more.
    He rustled beside her. His leg crept over and slid against hers. A zing of excitement raced through her, but she refused to give her desire any credence. She had to think about the interview and get herself together. His breathing was still heavy and deep. She had the urge to wrap her arms around his waist and hold him close.
    This arrangement was supposed to be business, and yet, she’d been the aggressor and it had been everything but business. She had to fix matters between them.
    First of all, she needed to get out of this bed and put a few feet between herself and Dane to think more clearly. She was completely naked. Maybe the first order of business would be to get dressed. Or better yet take a cold shower to bring her riotous senses back into some semblance of order. She was supposed to be a professional journalist, not some lush who jumped into bed with her interviewee after three drinks. Or was it four drinks? God, what must he think of her?
    Despite sabotaging her own moral code of ethics, she couldn’t quite bring herself to regret sleeping with Dane. Or Knight, rather.
    She smiled. He’d insisted she call him Knight. And she’d enjoyed obliging him. The mask, the fake names, it was all so romantic