Page 49 of Fractured Ties

No, what he cared about was the ample view he got of Maya’s peach-shaped ass being tightly hugged in pale lavender lace. His gaze drifted from the black heels on her feet—compliments of that terrible store he hated, much like the lace bralette and panty set she had on—all the way up to where her pin-straight black hair fell halfway down her back.

She had an hour-glass figure, although, smaller given her height. Still, she had soft curves in all the right places, and they were more than enough to make his cock perk and press against the zipper of his pants. It was all of that pale, creamy skin of hers that made him linger for a little bit longer.

Just enough to know she was sexy, and perfect, and beauti—

“Are you finished staring?” Maya asked softly.

She hadn’t even looked at him. She was still subjugating that dress to her scrutiny. Frankly, he thought a goddamn potato sack would look fine, too.

She’d be wearing it, after all.

“Sorry, I’ll lea—”

Maya’s gaze lifted in the mirror to stare at him straight-on. “You don’t have to leave. It is your room. I just needed the mirror. You said a dress—I have to pick one. It’s a process.”

Really?

Because he just threw shit on and hoped for the best.

His whole life in a nutshell.

“Did you find a favorite?” he asked.

Maya smiled a little. “What, a dress or an undergarment set? I like the lavender.”

“It does look nice against your skin.”

To say the least.

He was being civil.

It was his thoughts that were horrifyingly dirty.

He refused to entertain them right now. Wasn’t it bad enough that they were screaming loud enough in his ears that he couldn’t even hear his own blood rushing?

Damn, he could feel that, though.

It didn’t help that every word she spoke was soft and almost demure. That she had stopped meeting his gaze, but he could still see the pink climbing in her cheeks to warm them. Maybe he hadn’t tried to hide his staring very much, but the sight of her like that said she was just as affected by him as he was of her.

And he liked it.

Too much, maybe.

“What good is any of this, anyway?” Maya asked, flicking a hand at the satin and lace delicates next to the dresses. “It’s only made for a woman to look good for a man.”

Kolya hadn’t realized it until he was right beside Maya, but he’d closed that distance between them in a fucking breath. Each word she spoke drew him closer like a magnet he couldn’t control. He couldn’t decide if he cared, or not.

“The better question is do you, Maya.”

Her gaze darted to his in the mirror again. “Do I what?”

“Want to look good for a man?”

Maya’s tongue peeked out to wet her lips as her stare darted down to his mouth, and any and all control Kolya had maintained in those few seconds were gone. It snapped with the lowering of her lashes, and the sexy little smile curving her lips.

Shit, he bet that smile would look good wrapped around his cock.

Later.