She smiles at me sheepishly. “It’s just a dress. Calm yourself.”
“Just a dress my ass,” I mutter as she focuses on getting her earring in the hole while I let my eyes roam over the beauty in front of me. “The way you look tonight… It’s…Damn.”
She smiles as I quote Sinatra to her and take in her delectable figure.
She’s wearing the black cutout dress…finally. I could pat myself on the back for how well I did with picking that one out. I knew the moment I saw it hanging on the changing room door it wasthedress for her. I had to slip Annabelle an extra hundred bucks for her to take it from the other woman, and it was worth it.
Especially for the way it hugs her ass.
It’s moments like these I want to punch myself for giving us up all those years ago—not the moments of having my eyes on her ass, but these small ones.
Us in a hotel room, getting ready for yet another event.
Steve curled up on the pillow. It was comical watching her try to sneak him inside in her purse, not knowing I paid extra to get us a pet-friendly room.
Denny’s makeup is sitting next to all my crap on the counter.
All the small things and moments leading up to the big ones—I missed them all, and I’m a fool for letting my fears and doubts get in the way.
“Are you done?”
“Huh?” I pull my eyes off her backside and meet her amused stare in the mirror.
“Are you done staring at my ass?”
I pull myself from the bed and stalk toward her. I love the gasp that leaves her lips as I pull her close to me.
“You weren’t lying about that boner thing.”
“Not even a little bit.”
“You’re right—thatis far from little.”
I groan when she wiggles her ass against me.Tease.
I pull her in tighter, stopping her from moving any more because if she doesn’t quit, we won’t be making it to the gala, and I paid a whole hell of a lot for those spots tonight.
“If you think I won’t be staring at youallnight long, you’re wrong, Den. I plan to stare…”
She catches my burning gaze in the mirror, catching on to the intensity inside me, the building desire—the threat of stripping that dress from her body right this fucking moment.
Her chest pumps up and down with anticipation.
“To touch…”
Her eyes follow my movements as I trace my fingers along the edge of the cutout, and her flesh breaks out in goose bumps. I fucking love it.
“To taste.”
I pull her face toward mine, capturing her lips in a hard kiss, devouring her mouth in a decidedly not gentle manner.
She’s definitely going to have to redo her lipstick after this.
She whimpers when I pull away, and I trail my lips down her neck, sucking the skin below her ear between my teeth. It’s going to leave a mark, and I don’t give two shits. Let everyone see it.
I called dibs on Denver Andrews a long damn time ago, and nothing about that has changed.
With reluctance, I drag my lips from her perfect skin. She hates it too, pushing against me, wanting me.
