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Instantly, my eyes narrowed in offense. “Conway, I’m grateful to be here, but I won’t let you treat me like a dog. Enough with the snapping.” I snapped my fingers back at him to reinforce how annoying it was.
He didn’t adopt a cold expression. His green eyes seemed almost amused. This time, he extended his arm to indicate where he wanted me to stand.
It was much better than that snapping bullshit.
I stripped away my clothes because I knew he wanted me to try it on. I folded my clothes and set them in a pile on the chair but kept my underwear on.
“Lose the undergarments.”
“Then turn around.”
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “I see women naked on a daily basis.”
“Well, you won’t see me naked on a daily basis.”
He chuckled even though I was being dead serious. Or maybe that was why he thought it was funny. He stepped away and turned his back to me.
His ass looked so tight in those jeans.
I peeled my undergarments away and then slipped the baby doll dress over my head. The halter top was a single band, so I didn’t need to tie it into place. It fell over my body, the material so light it didn’t seem like I was wearing anything at all.
I pulled the thong on next, suddenly covered in nothing but diamonds. I was wearing a fortune. Anyone would rip it off my back because it was so valuable.
“Finished?” He stood with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his posture perfect even when he was dressed casually. The definition of his physique was noticeable through his clothes, the tightness of his muscles, and the way his body fell into place.
I adjusted my hair around my shoulders, fixing myself up before he finally saw me. “Yeah.”
He turned around, and his eyes lightened with obvious approval. He slowly walked toward me as he examined me from head to toe, seeing the way the fabric contrasted against my tanned skin. His hand covered his chin, his thoughts lost in the lingerie. His shirt hugged his chest the way it hugged his back, hinting at the beauty underneath his cotton fabric. Black was a perfect color on him, matching his rough exterior and complimenting his skin tone.
He stepped closer to me, his hands close enough to touch me. He stared at my chest and studied the way the garment fell over my body. Then he reached out and touched the strap on my left shoulder. He rubbed his thumb against the soft material then felt my bare skin.
I immediately stopped breathing, immobile the second he touched me. The smell of his soap entered my nose, and I wondered how he smelled when he was slick with sweat after an intense workout. I felt the calluses on his fingertips when he touched me, but I liked the roughness. It reminded me of a sheet of sandpaper, rigid and hard, but enjoyable at the same time.
His hands started at both shoulders and then slowly slid down, moving over my slender arms and all the way down to my elbows. He wasn’t touching the lingerie at all, but studying my body with his hands as a measurement. He didn’t look into my eyes because he was concentrating on my body, seeing the way the lingerie moved against me as he touched me. “Take a deep breath for me.”
I obeyed, sucking the air into my lungs. My chest expanded.
He watched it rise as he held my hands in his. He massaged my forearms then the palms of my hands.
A man’s touch had never felt so good.
His hands moved to my chest next. He didn’t ask permission before he placed both palms above my tits, feeling my body in a way that was so intimate I forgot to breathe again. “Breathe.”
I knew he noticed my reactions to him. I just hoped he didn’t understand what they meant. I took another deep breath, feeling the weight of his hands press against me. His fingertips dug into me slightly when my chest rose.
His palms migrated down, skipping over my tits and reaching my stomach. His fingertips hugged my waist, feeling the way it curved inward after my rib cage. His thumbs dug into me a little harder as they slid to my hips.
Then Conway moved to his knees in front of me and explored me from the waist down.
Now I couldn’t breathe at all.
He gripped my thighs then slowly dragged his fingers down, touching me like a man caressed his lover. His fingertips grazed my knees and moved all the way down to my ankles. His eyes worshiped me with the same intensity.
My lungs ached when they couldn’t hold in the air any longer. I released my breath and breathed harder, unable to hide my reaction anymore.
