She took all three dresses to Cole. “Well? Thoughts?”
He leaned back on the bed, placing his hands on the mattress and scrutinizing. “I need to see them on.”
She smiled. This was definitely a fun form of seduction.
“Of course.” She marched back to the closet and took off her clothes—every stitch. All three of these dresses required a strapless bra, and two required a thong or no panties at all.
She tried the blue one first. “Well?” She twirled, loving Cole’s eyes on her. All of this silky fabric against her naked body was nice, but she wished he had his hands all over her.
He bit down on his lower lip as his gazed traveled up and down her body. Her heart was thumping in anticipation. She didn’t care about the dress right now. She wanted him.
“I don’t think it’s quite sexy enough.” He shook his head. “The black one next.”
Disappointed, she headed back into the closet and changed. This one was even more torturous. The soft satin skimmed her breasts as she threaded the dress over her head, causing her nipples to come to attention. Mr. Tall, Dark and Dreamy being in the other room was not helping.
“Well? Thoughts?” This time she walked right up to him, turning once and looking down at him, trying her damnedest to send him psychic messages. Even if this dress wasn’t the one, it was an excellent choice for ending up in a puddle on the floor.
He reached out and touched her hip lightly. “I don’t love it.”
“What don’t you like?” Dani looked down at herself. She loved the way this dress hugged her curves.
“I just don’t think it’s the one.”
A frustrated grumble left her throat. “Okay, then. One more. Otherwise you’re taking me shopping, and I’m telling you right now that it’s not going to be cheap.” She returned to the closet once more.
“Something tells me I’d live.”
“Damn you, Cole Sullivan,” she muttered.
“I heard you that time.”
“Good.” She pulled the flame-red dress from the hanger and unzipped it. It was a mermaid-style gown made of fine jersey crepe, with impossibly skinny straps and a plunging back. The skirt followed every contour of her body and then flared out at the knee, making it deliciously swishy when she walked.
She was ready for another ego-crushing comment, but this time, Cole’s eyes gave it away. The smoldering flash across his face made heat plume in her chest, down her belly, and straight to her thighs. “Well?” she asked. “Thoughts?” This time she gave him no buffer, stepping so close she was between his knees. She turned slowly, letting him drink in the vision.
“Wow. Just wow.”
“You’re just saying that because you have a weakness for red dresses.”
He shook his head. “I have a weakness foryouin a red dress. Every other woman is on her own.”
She fought a smile. Why was a compliment from Cole so much better than a kind word from another man? She had no idea. “So you approve?”
He sat straighter, bringing himself closer. His eyes were about even with her chest. “Can you move well in it?”
She leaned forward at the waist and gave him an eyeful. “I can. It’s nice and stretchy. It’s actually surprisingly comfortable.”
He drew in a deep breath through his nose, seeming to be grappling with a few urges. Good. She’d been fighting a few of her own. He must have unbuttoned his shirt when she was in the closet the last time. There were three undone now, giving her a view of his sexy chest and the tiny patch of hair in the center of it. She wanted to tangle her fingers in it. She wanted to get lost in him.
“Good. I want you to be comfortable,” he said.
“So that’s that, then.” She turned her back to him and cast her sights over her shoulder. “I’m going to need help with the zipper, though. It’s a little sticky.”
Now Cole was sitting up pin straight, his eyes plaintive. “No games, Dani.”
“No games.”
“Good. You knock me down a peg every time you stomp on the brakes.”
