My heart started thumping hard, powered by an undiluted jealous rage knowing that anyone else would be able to feast their eyes on something I wanted all to myself. How was I goingto get through the night without touching her? She’d been here less than five minutes and I was already clamoring to throw her against the wall and ravage every millimeter of skin on display.
I turned to Drew. “Why the fuck isn’t Coop saying something?”
He looked away from his conversation with Tate. “About what?”
I nodded in the direction of the girls.
“About what she’s fucking wearing.” I hissed. “Or not wearing.”
He shrugged, clearly not giving a single shit about my plight. “She looks nice.”
“Nice? Are you blind? She’s a fucking smoking-hot knockout! But that doesn’t mean every single part of her needs to be on display for everyone else to see. She’s not even wearing fancy dress.” I grumbled indignantly.
Drew’s barked out a laugh. “Buddy, calm down. It’s not that bad. Look around, no one else is getting worked up about it. Seriously, it’s not that bad.”
“I disagree.” My eyes never left her, and as she walked back out of the kitchen I took the opportunity to follow as quickly as possible, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her into an alcove under the stairs.
Her smile hit me like a star shooting through the sky - or would have if I wasn’t so preoccupied by how little her body was covered in any form of clothing.
“Hey there. Look at you all handsome. And you’ve shaved.” She fingered the edges of my bow tie, angling up for a kiss which I didn’t take… Because I wouldn’t be stopping at one.
My teeth ground together as I struggled to control the desperate urges surging through me. I looked at her again, my eyes trailing slowly along the length of her body, until they reached my charms sparkling on the chain around her neck.They may as well have been my heart on display, hanging there for all to see. My dick throbbed. Yes, I was absolutely justified in my indignation.
“Molly, what the fuck are you wearing?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what the fuck are you wearing? This is supposed to be a fancy dress party.”
She grinned wide. “I know, I’m dressed as an orthopedic surgeon who has a wardrobe full of clothes and never gets to go out.”
“Well, I’m telling you, you’re not fucking going anywhere dressed like this. Go and change.”
She took in my expression of outrage, mirroring it with her own until it morphed into the look of a sly little minx who knew exactly the effect she was causing.
“How about… no.”
I wasn’t touching any part of her but was still so close that the scent of her skin was scorching my nasal passages, making it a struggle to breathe. Closing my eyes didn’t help either, as the sight of her was burned into my retina like the wildest lightning strike.
Her chest was rising and rubbing against mine, and I tried to block out the feel of her nipples pressing through my shirt, but I failed to stop my fingers from grazing against her soft, creamy thigh. “Oh my God, have you even got underwear on? You’d better be wearing panties.”
Her voice dropped low as her eyebrow raised suggestively. “Want to find out?”
How tightly did my jaw have to clench before my teeth broke?
“Molly, this isn’t fucking funny.”
I froze to the spot as her fingers began slowly tracing down my shirt, around the edges of my buttons until she looked up atme through her thick black lashes, her golden eyes blazing fire and mischief. “I’m not trying to be funny.
Mine narrowed. “Are you drunk?”
“No.”
I gripped her hand against my chest, stopping it from travelling any further. “Molly, I will not be responsible for my actions.”
She licked her lips and I tried very hard not to think about where I wanted that tongue to go. “What if I don’t want you to be?”
I suddenly forgot why I was fighting against this. Fighting against this perfect woman who was very clearly made for me and I’d been too stupid to realize sooner, because if I had, I wouldn’t be having this argument with her right now. I wouldn’t be pleading with her to wear something that didn’t make me want to rip it off her delicious body and bury myself deep inside her. Although she could wear a sack and it would have the same effect. Why was I doing this again?
