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He nonchalantly takes the garment bags from the closet door before leaning close, his mouth near my ear. “Darlin’, if you only knew you deserve so much more than this ” He kisses my temple. “Now c’mon. I got you something for tonight, something that I thought would make you more comfortable.”

I follow him back into his room, where he hangs the garment bags over the full-length mirror.

He unzips them, revealing three gorgeous pieces of lingerie. “I couldn’t decide. They all looked like you, and—” he chuckles—“I’d love to see you in all of them. If you want.”

I join him and carefully graze through each piece. Emotions catch in my throat as I trace each lace inlay and embroidered flower. This man knows me. He did all of this for me—well, for us, to bring us closer together.

I select a sheer negligee with vintage rosette detailing along the neckline.

Nick slips his arms around my waist. “Do you like it?”

“Seriously?” I flounce out the skirt. “It’s perfect.”

“Yeah?”

I hum, admiring the careful stitching.

“That’s the first one I picked out.” He presses his lips to my ear. “I knew I needed to taste you while you wore it.”

His words rob the air from my lungs, warmth slinking down the slope of my back.

He teases at the hem of my sweater. “Need help?”

I chuckle, slipping out of his hold. “You wish. Turn around, mister.”

Chapter 33

Nick

Imight come in my pants.

The negligee is pretty and all, but holy hell, the fabric is very sheer, and Leah’s body is fucking hot.

“Is it okay?” she asks quietly, her arms hugging her chest as she tries to model it for me. “I don't think I've ever worn something quite like this “

I can barely breathe, taking in her curves. “Leah darlin’, you are so beautiful.”

She blushes, looking at the floor as she pushes her dark waves behind her ear. “So … it's okay?”

“More than okay.” I offer my hand. “Come here.”

I pull her into my arms, turning her until her back settles against my chest and our reflection fills the full-length mirror. “Look at you—”

“Nick …” She nervously laughs, averting her eyes.

I catch her chin between my fingers, gently bringing her attention back to the mirror. “Let me show you what I see.”

Her eyes flicker up to our reflection.

“Perfect. Just stay right there with me.” My arms wrap around her waist as I rest my cheek on her head. “Look at your eyes, darlin’.

I tilt her chin up with one finger, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “These eyes.” I shake my head, my voice dropping low. “I’ve spent hours trying to figure out what color they are. They change every time you look at me. Every time you smile. Drives me fucking crazy.”

I run my thumb across her lower lip, feeling her breath hitch against my skin. “And this mouth.” I lean in, my mouth hovering over hers, not kissing yet, just breathing her in. “I think about this mouth more than I should. Think about what it would feel like wrapped around me. Think about making you swallow.”

She whimpers, her lips parting, and I finally close the distance, kissing her hard and deep, my tongue sliding past her lips to taste her. I pull back before she can get too lost in it, my hands moving down to her wrists, gently prying her arms away from her chest.

“Don’t hide from me,” I murmur, my gaze dropping to her breasts, her nipples hard and visible through the thin material. “These.” I cup them, lifting, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until she gasps and arches into my touch. “Perfect. Fucking perfect. I love how they fit my hands. Love how you gasp when I do this.” I pinch, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and she moans, her head falling back.