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“Oh, angel, if you could only see yourself right now. Arms and legs flailing in a cloud of fluff,” I wheeze out as another bout of laughter takes me. “Holy fuck. I seriously thought you were hurt.”
“Does my pride count?”
She’s smiling with me now, but I can hear the exhaustion in her tone. I push up onto my feet, reach down for her and lift her up, back to standing. Reluctantly, I let go of her hand and step away to retrieve her duffel bag.
“Thank you,” she whispers, looking at me in a new way. I like this look. I want her eyes to never leave me. Her fingers brush mine as she takes the bag, turning to the bed.
The dress has been undone by four buttons and I’m fascinated by the sliver of skin I can see. Manners would have me wishing her a good night and leaving the room so she can once again get ready for bed.
Fuck manners. Missing the closeness of her, I wander to her side, tipping my head so I can see what she extracts from the bag. Two tiny pieces of material are the only things she can find in the almost empty duffel.
“What? No! Where’s the rest of my clothes? I can’t just have shorts and a sports bra in here.”
“Those are pieces of clothing?” I ask with real surprise.
“Yeah. They’re my gym clothes.”
I have never, in all my life, bitten my tongue. But I do it now. I’m torn between wanting to rip the eyeballs out of any person who has seen my angel in these clothes and begging her to try them on for me.
“Ohh,” she says, drawing out the sound. “Right. I spilled a chocolate shake on the T-shirt and pants. Damn it.”
“You can borrow a shirt from me if you need it.” The offer comes out genuine but inside I’m banging my chest like a damn caveman. The image of her draped in my clothing, carrying my scent, causes something primal and animalistic to rise to the surface—and I love it.
“Would you mind? I don’t think I would be comfortable if I slept in this.” She raises one of the pieces of clothing. I’m assuming it’s the sports bra but I really can’t tell. They’re both small black rags to me.
I forgo answering her, instead turning to my dresser and grabbing a T-shirt. Her lashes bat at me and her cheeks take on a rosy blush as I hand over the faded blue shirt. Our fingers touch again and I swear sparks fly, illuminating the room. Or maybe it’s just Ivy, shining a new light into my dark world.
When the last of the shirt slips through my grasp, she turns around. Gathering her hair to one side over her shoulder, she exposes her back to me.
“Could you—could you help me get this dress off?”
Temptation. Pure temptation is what she is, and she has no idea. She’s asking for help but I’m the one about to come undone.
I can’t help myself, when I step forward, I trail one finger down the small patch of exposed skin. I feel her body shudder under my touch. Her skin is soft, sensitive too if the way she’s shakes is any indication. So responsive. I wonder if there are any other places on her body just as sensitive.
I grin at the devilish idea, itching to find out.
“Con—Connor,” she breathes as I run both hands down the fabric. Going as far as the curve of her ass before retracing my route.
“I’ve thought about what your skin would feel like since the moment I met you. This dress covers you from your neck to your wrists.” I run my hand down her arm, lifting the limb. When her arm is fully extended, I give her wrist a quick kiss. “Then all the way down to your toes.” Both of my hands settle where the buttons begin. “I’ve imagined every inch of you under this dress. And now I get the chance.”
I undo a button.
“Connor.” She sighs my name this time, letting go under my soft caresses.
“I always thought that you had to be married to take a wedding dress off your bride. But look at us, breaking tradition.”
Another button pops under my quick fingers. Then another and another until the dress is undone and hanging off her shoulders.
Neither of us move. We let the sizzling tension hang between us.
Then she turns.
The slow movement causes the dress to fall off her shoulders and bunch where her hands are holding the fabric just above her breasts. Her eyes are shining with innocence but what she does next us all siren.
When she releases the dress, it floats down her body. There is so much tulle that even crumpled it reaches her knees. I barely notice, so struck by the beauty that’s shyly standing before me.
My control snaps when it sinks in that all she’s wearing is a pair of purple panties. Lightning fast, I grab her around the waist and lift her from the center of the dress.
