“I don’t mind ifyoudo,” she said easily, glaring at the offending garment she held in one hand, her other still holding up the dress.
“On that note, if I was going to be in town longer, I’d ask you out tomorrow night.”
“Need to rush out of here tonight, Cinderella?”
He tipped his head back and laughed from deep in his throat. “Frighteningly fitting. I drove here in a pumpkin.”
Zoe looked at him curiously, tilting her head and smiling so sweetly at him, it threw him.
Unsure what to do or say, he finished unbuttoning his shirt.
Quiet now, she leaned back against the vanity top.
After finishing off the last button, he slipped off the shirt and offered it to her.
“It will be less obvious if I wear your undershirt over my dress, instead of the shirt everyone saw you in.” Zoe set his button-up shirt neatly on the vanity next to her, and she tossed the bra into the trashcan.
He untucked his t-shirt and lifted it over his head, and before he could smooth his hair, he looked up and found Zoe’s smile was open, her eyes warm and inviting and, fuck it, she liked what she saw and hell, when was the last time anyone had even seen him without a shirt on?
Self-conscious now, Ryder laughed under his breath, his feet shifting under him, and he reached to hand her the t-shirt.
Zoe took the shirt and set it on top of the other. In the narrow space, she crossed the two feet that separated them and set her fingertips on his low abdomen.
In one brief touch, she’d found the precise spot to make him suck in protectively, the most ticklish spot on his body, and sent a lick of lust straight down to stir his cock to attention.
Breath rushed from his lungs, his abdomen tightened instinctively, and he laughed desperately.
The strap of her dress low and her top draped down and revealed the upper curve of the boobs she kept insulting, that so far, he liked. A lot.
With her hands so distracting on his bare skin, she tipped her head to look up at him, with a curious, sexy upward tilt of her lips.
As she rose to her toes and reached for him, he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her. Soft and lush and certain, she kissed him with blazing honesty. He splayed a hand over her mid-back to hold her closer as he sank into the kiss.
Lips only, angling, testing, his pulse quickened under his burning skin.
A taste of tongue, sliding over each other’s, then she flicked the tips of his teeth with the tip of her tongue.
She reached and braced both hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer and she delved in for a full, intoxicating kiss.
Spinning wildly, he matched her pace and took it further, higher.
Her fingers scrunched in his hair, one leg wrapped around him.
He lifted her up and set her on the vanity, hands braced on the counter as she gripped him close and he couldn’t tear away from her mouth.
Classic shitty timing, someone knocked on the door.
They froze.
He drew away far enough to look in her eyes.
No panic, but her flushed cheeks and smile were full of amusement, her nose scrunching and her eyes shrugged the uncertainty that mirrored his over what the fuck they were supposed to do.
“Out in a sec,” he finally answered.
She whispered. “No, make them go away.”
“I mean, it might be awhile,” he said louder, cringing and hoping to hell he didn’t know whoever was out there.
