“As opposed to unsexy underwear?”
“He will not be able to get it out of his head,” Glen said.
“If you are to believe him, he thinks about me whether we have sex or not,” I muttered.
“Of course, he does. You’re gorgeous.”
I wave Glen out of the changing room after a few more minutes of admiring my reflection and change into my own clothes. I’m unable to leave the store without the pair of little-to-nothing tangling from my fingers, and it is not entirely Glen’s fault, either. I just didn’t know if I would actually ever put the set on again or leave it hidden in my closet.
I did hide it inmy locker before the dancing class that evening, but couldn’t get it out of my mind for the duration of the class, even as I let the students do a short warm up and, we learned new steps for the entirety of the lesson. I imagined Luke’s eyes watching me dance. I imagined wearing nothing but the lingerie as I danced for him. Yes, I had officially lost my mind.
If I thought I’d get some room to clear my head that evening and slow down my raging imagination just a little, I was wrong. I looked rather decent when I joined Luca Stefano Ombrello to wait for the lift after my dance class. I’d showered, my wet curls bound up in a bun. I had a clean pair of jeans and a sweater that was flawless. Impeccable, really.
The lingerie set burned a hole through the duffle bag hanging at my side when Luke’s eyes met mine in a mischievous smile.
“If this isn’t my lovely Little Red-Cheeked Dancing Girl. I was wondering when I’d be seeing you again.”
Those red cheeks he kept pointing out made their appearance effortlessly.
“Does the hunter have any requests other than the dance he already received? You know, for saving me from the wolf and all.”
Luke chuckled. “The hunter has way too many requests, none of which are appropriate to discuss in such a public place.”
I grinned like a fool. “Sounds scandalous.”
Luke hummed for an answer, eyes glinting. My stomach swirled in the most incredible way as we stared at each other. Excitement. Expectation. Exploration. Wait, what?
It wasn’t surprising to either of us that when the lift arrived, and we were locked in together, I dropped my gym bag and pulled Luke in for a kiss. Actually, it came as a surprise to me. I baffled myself for about three seconds, but then Luke was all over me, pushing my back against the dirty walls and devouring my mouth the way he had on his sofa.
“Fuck, Haylee,” he groaned against my mouth, before he slammed his lips on mine again.
Fuck, indeed. I was insane and reckless, and I should’ve stopped after the first three kisses, before it became impossible to count. Probably seven now, or maybe just one very long and very passionate kiss. Either way, I was clearly not thinking straight, because all I was thinking about was the basically-nothing-covering lingerie set in my duffle bag and how much fiercer Luke’s kisses would become if he were to see me in it.
The tenth floor came faster than we expected, and Luke slammed the “Close Doors” button, panting as he leaned over me, with his other hand skimming my cheek on its way to my hair, which had somehow loosened from its bun. I was breathless, and light-headed.
“I think it’s safe to say that the jury has approved your kissing endowment. You are very, very good at it.”
Luke let out a full belly laugh. “I’m glad. There’s no way I can go back to just looking at you now.”?
