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“Not just fitted, made for you.” I snapped my fingers and stood back up. Measurements for ladies didn’t seem to take near as long. Once you got past the chest and the hips, it was all cascading gown from there.
The tailor stood up and began rolling the measuring tape back into his palm. I opened the door for him, letting him take in my grin. He didn’t like that, but his mouth remained closed.
“Thank you,” Ryker called after him with a short wave.
“Now let's get you out of that.” She couldn’t very well walk out of this room wearing my clothes. People would think less of her and I wouldn’t let them even have that chance. She was already two notches behind everyone else simply because she was a Nymph.
Her long, dainty hands curled up in the material, holding it to her with a smile. “Don’t we have other business to attend to?” There was an edge to her flirtatious tone. An edge that screamed ‘don’t forget you lied to me, Dace.’
I intended to make that up to her in more ways than one. Licking my lips, I remembered what she tasted like. I craved it. Her parted mouth fit so neatly with mine, it would be easy to lose myself in her kisses. To get drunk on them. And what was I if I wasn’t a drunkard?
Her skin was soft as velvet, my hands tracing the bottom of her jaw before I tilted her chin to me and lowered my face to hers. If I gave too much I might not be able to stop myself. I would happily dive into her and overdose on our passion. Holding myself back, I brushed my lips against hers. I could feel her breathing stutter and it made blood rush down toward my hips.
“I want you to change, but if you’re ready for more than this,” I parted her lips with my tongue exploring her mouth as she returned the movements with a dance of her own. It was hard to pull away but I did. “Just let me know.” I sighed.
Brown curls bounced as she nodded. One hand touched her pink lips as she spoke, “What do I need to change into?”
“What would you like? A dress? Pants?” I had grabbed a few different options out of the room she had stayed in before so there was plenty for her to choose from now.
“Don’t you think a dress would be a little bit much for this evening?” She bit into one of her fingernails, chewing nervously.
“Well, queens often wear dresses for no reason at all, or simply because they want to.”
“I’ll take the pants outfit,” she said firmly.
“Alright.” I ventured back to my wardrobe, opened it, and pulled out simple black trousers cut for a woman and a cream colored tank that seemed comfortable enough. I placed it in her hands and suggestively raised both eyebrows.
“I’ll just go to the bathroom. Though it hardly matters since you’ve seen me naked, right?”
“You’re not wrong.” I pressed my shoulder into the wardrobe, leaning against the now closed door.
“So I guess it doesn’t matter then.” She dropped the clothes to the floor, her fingers already rising to the buttons.
Is she really going to undress in front of me? Is she daring to go that far today?I swallowed, my throat suddenly feeling dry.
“Do you want me to look away?” I rasped.
“If you already know what I look like, I don’t really know what good it would do to have you look away.”
Buttons slipped through the small holes that held the shirt closed, again and again. More of her beautiful tan skin showed through the opening that grew larger with every second.
“It would be for your own comfort,” I said, even though my gaze kept darting to her exposed skin. No matter what she thought, it was different seeing her naked body in person and not just in my dreams. Dreams were hazy. Ryker, she was crystal clear.
“I’m comfortable.” She smiled lazily, and pulled the top off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts, fully uncovered, peaked and rounded in the most desirable way. The most perfect body I’d ever seen. She deserved to be worshipped.
My eyes skimmed more than her chest, they wandered over her arms and down her abdomen. Scars marred her skin every so often and I wondered what pain she had to endure for each one. For every mark she had on her body I’d make sure I’d make up for it with pleasure.
Her fingers curled in the waistband, slowly pulling the pants down to her ankles where she stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Her hips curved, leading down into her strong legs. She looked like a goddess. She was a goddess.
I turned my head, feeling the strain of my manhood pressing into my pants. Think about anything else. You can’t very well walk out of this room and present your raging hard-on to the witch and Jesseline. There were plenty of other things I could think about. Many of which were total boner killers, but they were so unpleasant I’d rather turn back, face Ryker, and memorize every inch of her as she was now.
When I finally pulled my face back to her, she had dressed. She clapped her hands together, her eyes traveling down to my groin, then back up to my dazzling smile.
“You want to take me to the witch, now?” Ryker moved closer to the exit, picking up her shoes from yesterday and slipping them on.
“I, uh, give me a minute.” Gods, I wished I could turn it off. Think about that mean, cranky tailor. His smug little frown and the weird limping way he walked. Yup, that’ll do it. “Okay, I’ll be fine. Let’s go.”
“Good. I was worried for a second.” Her laugh was light and airy, filling the air with its sweet melody. She didn’t wait for me to open the door, even as I reached for it, and she stepped out into the hallway on her own, looking around.
