"Fucker," I mumble under my breath in a sad attempt at a protest.
"But. . . How do I know what to wear if I don't know where we are going?" I call out after him. This time, it's not a protest but a genuine question. He stops walking away and turns back to lookat me, but he stays rooted and does not take any further steps back in my direction.
He waits a few beats before responding, but I can tell he's mulling over his words carefully by the grin pulling at his mouth as he looks me over. He slowly lets his eyes graze over my body, taking their time traveling up and down my frame. I shift on my feet, feeling completely aware of myself under the pressure of his intense gaze.
"Open my side of the closet; that should help you decide." A dark chuckle escapes from him, and then he turns around and walks out of the room like he didn't just rile me up and turn me on by the way he looked me over like I was his own personal buffet.
After catching my breath and a few audible gulps later, I approach his closet. Ander's primary bedroom, which was my parent's room, has two main walk-in closets, one larger than the other. He generously gave me the bigger one for the clothes I keep here, which is almost all of my wardrobe since I'm here more than home.
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to find here.
My line of questioning comes to an instant halt as the doors to his closet open fully. Hanging right in front of me is a gorgeous black sequin dress glimmering in all of its beautiful glory. I pull it off of the rack to look it over further. There's also a feminine shoe box lying directly beneath it.
Holy hell.
I'd never bought a piece of clothing so extravagant for myself. Now I'm nervous about where we could possibly be going to wear something so elegant.
Part of me wants to storm out of the room and fuss over him for spending money on me like this, and another part wants to ravage him for the gesture, but ultimately, the part that can't wait to try this on wins.
I step into the dress, struggling to zip it alone but managing to handle it solo. It fits me perfectly and hugs my curves exactly where you'd want it to. It's a spaghetti strap halter dress with a deep v-neck. My boobs look amazing, but I'm definitely not used to them being on display like this. I'm more of one to hide behind my clothing rather than pop out of it.
I have to do my hair and makeup to match, which may be a challenge since I'm not one to fancy up like this often and prefer to stick to as minimal as possible, but despite questioning my capabilities, I get right to work. I keep my face makeup light but decide on heavier eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and deep red lipstick. I settle on curling my hair; I'm actually pretty proud of myself for how well it came out. I pulled the front of my hair back into a loose half-up and half-down bun. The shoes are just as stunning as I thought they'd be. A chunky black strappy heel, probably about four inches: I slide my foot into them and strap them on. Once complete, I stand up and head back over to the full-length mirror that rests to my right next to the vanity.
Taking a deep breath and smoothing my hands down the dress, I stand there, stunned for a second. I honestly cannot remember the last time I felt this beautiful.
I walk out of the closet and bedroom and make my way to the living room. I'm stopped short in the hallway, where a dozen white roses lay on the small table with a note. The note reads, "I can't wait to see you."
That's so like Ander. Simple and straight to the point. I let out a small chuckle as my smile grew. I continued towards the living area. That is where I found Ander; his back was to me, but as I approached, the loud clunk of my heels gave me away, and he turned to me.
Wow. Just fucking wow.
Ander is dressed in a black suit that fits him perfectly. By fitting him perfectly, I mean it hugs his muscles just right,pronouncing every curve of his muscular build. The top button of the black shirt he's wearing is unbuttoned, showcasing the silver chain he got from his Grandfather that he never really takes off. His hair is styled and slicked backward, topping off the look to make him look like something straight from my best-wet dream. My mouth falls slightly agape as our eyes lock, and I have to remind myself not to drool.
Damn.
"Via," Ander and I stand in our perspective areas across the room from one another, almost as if we are locked in place, as we look each other over. He courses the palm of his right hand up and down his jawline and behind his neck, and the sexy half-smile on his face melts my heart, sends shivers down my spine, and causes a pool of heat to form at my core all at once.
"You… you look. . . perfect. Fucking perfect." His words come out deeper and raspier than usual, almost like a low growl.
I break our gaze, chuckling softly as I look down, getting an instant glimpse of my boobs, and immediately become very aware of myself on display for him like this, and the self-conscious side of me seems to take over. I nervously start smoothing and running my hands down the dress, and before the panic starts to creep in, I can feel Ander's presence consume me.
"Baby, look at me." He commands in the same tone as before, and damn if that doesn't set me ablaze. One of his hands gently wraps around one of my wrists as the other cups my face. Stopping my movements and thoughts right in their tracks. I gulp audibly as he steps in and closes the distance between us. My eyes flash up and meet his blazing gaze.
The heat behind his eyes matches the heat I feel between my legs.
"You look even more stunning than I pictured you would, Rosie. Let me see you.All of you." His hands release their holdon me, and the hand that was cusped around my wrist grabs my hand as he lifts it and urges me to do a whole spin. I let out an awkward laugh, but I comply.
Once I finish my little princess twirl and make it back to face him, he envelopes me in his arms, dipping me down and colliding his lips with mine without a second thought. Wasting no time, he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue past my lips and massaging my tongue with his. With everything in me, I kiss him back. Nibbling softly on his tongue and lip, pulling a deep grunt out of Ander. The kiss is everything but gentle. It's demanding,claimingeven. Matching this moment, my knees feel weak, and my heart beats erratically. The hand around my waist tightens its grip, clenching me closer, and his hand around my neck pulls my face even closer. We are so close that the air in this room cannot pass between us.
A small moan escapes from me, and he swallows it as our tongues continue their dance. Ander pulls back slightly, firmly biting down on my bottom lip, then he pulls it into his mouth, sucks it hard, and releases it with a loud pop as he stands me up straight, all in the same motion.
Standing there breathless, heart pounding in my chest and now ready to rip these clothes off of both of us faster than I'm probably capable, I sighed through the giant cheesy smile plastered to my face. Because, really. What is there to say after a kiss like that?
Ander sits on the arm of the couch and leans down. Locking eyes with me, he runs the pad of his fingers up my legs. Starting at my ankles, he works his way up under the slit of the dress.
"I said I wanted to see all of you." His low voice gives me goosebumps.
"Then take a look," I counter.
