Sexy Behind The Mask

Wyatt Heywood, six-four of solid muscle and dangerous competence, kissing her like he was trying to claim her.
When he finally pulled back, Lauren could barely stand. Her knees had gone weak, her entire body trembling with arousal so intense it bordered on painful. She stared up at him, dazed and breathless, waiting for, hoping for, some sign that he'd been as affected as she was.
But Wyatt just looked down at her with that same calm, assessing expression. His breathing was maybe slightly elevated, but nothing like her ragged gasps. His heart rate was steady under her palm. His body, pressed against hers, showed absolutely no evidence of arousal.
Nothing.
He'd just kissed her senseless and he was completely, utterly unaffected.
"That'll do," he said, "You did well. Very convincing."
Lauren stared at him, something hot and sharp twisting in her chest. Embarrassment and… and, well, frustration, but underneath it all, burning anger.
"Glad I passed the test," she said, "Very professional of you to remain so... composed."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "Lauren—"
"No, it's fine." She turned away, smoothing down her dress with shaking hands. "You're right. This is practice. Training. Just another assignment." She laughed, "Here I am turning into a puddle while you're cool as a cucumber. Must be nice, having that kind of control."
"You think I'm unaffected?" His voice had gone low. Dangerous.
"Aren't you? You just kissed me, and you're standing there like nothing happened. Your heart rate's normal. Your breathing's fine. And you're certainly not—" She gestured vaguely at his lower body, heat flooding her face. "You're not affected. At all."
"That's not—" He started toward her, but she held up a hand.
"Don't. Just—don't." She grabbed her clutch from the coffee table, needing something to do so she didn't have to look at him.
"Lauren, look at me."
"I'm looking." But she wasn't. She was staring at the wall behind him.
"Look at me."
Something in his voice made her comply. She met his eyes and found heat there. "Well, I'm looking."
"I'm not unaffected," he said quietly. "No man could be unaffected by you. Fuck, you're right—I'm a man... a highly sexed man. You're an attractive woman who has been through hell over the last couple of weeks..."