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“Uh, it’s a t-shirt?”
He looks up. “Why isn’t it hiding anything, then?”
Even though I’m a little nervous at his reaction at such a bold outfit and a lot turned on, I manage to chuckle. “What? It’s hiding everything.”
He digs his fingers into my flesh, and I stretch my spine, trapped between him and the trailer. “Not your stomach.”
“I wanted to dress up a little.” Then, because I can’t stop myself, “Do you think I… you know, look weird? I mean, I’m not built like a leaf and –”
“Do you want me to drop you right here and leave?” he growls, getting up in my face.
His words remind me of the night I followed him in my car and found out that he can fly bikes. In fact, this whole encounter is making me remember how he put his mouth on my body for the first time ever and kissed me. Down there.
I punch his shoulder. “Stop being mean. I’m genuinely worried. I’ve never put on something like this.”
“And you won’t put on something like this ever again because you look sexy as fuck and only I get to appreciate that. You’re mine, remember?”
God, why does he have to so sexy and possessive?
How am I supposed to stop myself from jumping his bones and falling in love with him every second of every day?
Smiling, I peck his lips. “I know. It says so on the shirt.”
I gesture to my chest and confused, Zach looks down.
Across my breasts, it says: Dark Prince’s Cinderella. And there’s a picture of leather boots at the bottom.
I got this t-shirt custom made for tonight. I knew he’d love it. And he does. Unwrapping one hand from around my waist, he fingers the letters on my chest. It heaves like crazy when he brushes against my left nipple, going back and forth, waking it up.
I stretch my spine again, rubbing our lower bodies together.
Keeping his face dipped, Zach lifts his eyes up. “Cinderella, huh?”
“Yes,” I whisper in a low voice, rocking against him once. “And you’re my prince. Although, you act like a mean beast most of the time. But I can take you.”
A lopsided smirk and then, his eyes move over my hair. “Did you do something to your hair too?”
Biting my lip, I nod.
“It’s a different color.”
I don’t know how he can tell when my new color that I especially got for tonight is so similar to what I had before. There’s a very subtle difference between the two, but if anyone’s an expert on my hair, it’s Zach.
He’s obsessed with it. More so than he’s obsessed with my breasts that he’s still running his fingers over.
“It’s Royal Blue,” I tell him.
“For your prince?”
“Always.”
An emotion flickers across his face that makes him clench his jaw. I recognize what it is; it’s love.
Sometimes it’s so intense for him that it borders on painful; I go through the same thing.
I know he’s feeling that spark in his chest. Just as I’m feeling the buzz in my tummy.
I caress his jaw and whisper, “I love you.”
