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“You want to change?”
“More than I want to breathe.”
“Here.” He got up. “Let me grab your suitcase.”
“I can get it. What I really need help with are the buttons.” She stood, showing him her back.
“Sure thing.” The tiny lace-covered dots went all the way down to the rise of her perfect peach-shaped ass. The fabric hugged it, accentuating each ripe cheek, and an unwelcome tug of lust hit his groin.What the fuck’s wrong with you?Picking up where he’d left off at her house, he reminded himself she’d been a couple of minutes short of becoming Ian’s wife.
His body’s response was not just inappropriate but completely out of left field. He’d never been attracted to wholesome women. His reaction didn’t make sense.
When he got halfway down her back, the fabric fell off her shoulders, and she sighed. “Thank you so much. This dress must weigh a hundred pounds. I don't know how my great grandmother managed to walk down the aisle in it. She was a little slip of a thing.”
Without thinking, he brushed his fingertips across her back, and goosebumps bloomed on her skin. “Shit. Sorry. It’s just…you’ve got red marks all over.”
“It’s the lace. It’s been driving me nuts.” Holding the top of her dress to her chest, she headed to the closet and pulled out her suitcase. “You mind if I change right here?” She slipped behind a partition.
“Not at all.” Pissed off with himself, he sat down and went back to work. His GM had come back with some numbers for his pitch to the agent. Ross LaRoux was the highest-paid goalie in the league, and the Renegades couldn’t afford him. They had to come up with a different angle—and it had to be more than Cole Montgomery.
Fabric swished, and he could imagine it lowering, exposing her sexy, lacy lingerie. He knew exactly what it looked like because he’d gotten a peek of that deep purple satin. Also, it sucked, but he knew exactly what her curves looked like.
Several years ago, he’d gone sailing with Ian and his buddies. When they’d stopped at Duff Island, Grace had met them at the dock wearing a bikini top and white shorts. He remembered slim, toned legs and voluptuous breasts.
Shit. Fuck.
Her tits had jiggled when she’d waved at them.
And that smile.
Fucking dazzling.
He heard a whoosh of heavy fabric hitting the floor. And then, as if he wasn’t stirred up enough, she moaned. “Oh, thank God. I love this dress. Well, I mean, you know, for the sentimental value.”
Stop thinking about her tits. “I figured it was passed down. What would you have chosen for yourself?”
“I wouldn’t have. I wanted to elope. My parents can’t afford a wedding.”
He realized it was more than her scent and body that got him all worked up. She had an incredibly sexy voice. Sensuous, but with an edge. The kind he’d hear when he took her up against the wall.
Seriously, what the fuck, Dupree?
You’re not taking Ian’s fiancée up against a wall.
Annoyed with his body’s reaction to this woman, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to his mom.
Jaime: Kinsley okay?
Mom: Ask me one more time. One. More. Time.
Jaime chuckled.Like you wouldn’t have checked in when we were little.
Mom: I would’ve enjoyed my very rare time away. And since I’ve raised six rascals, I think I can handle your sweet little girl.
Kinsley was sweet. No doubt about that.But she had a hard time curbing her impulses. When she got a wild hair up her ass, nothing stopped her from taking off.
Mom: I don’t know why you worry when we’ve got a whole crew on her. Enjoy the time off. And you’re supposed to send me pictures. You know I only get to host one tiny, sad wedding in my lifetime.
He hadn’t told her about the runaway bride. He should since Grace was staying on the ranch a few nights.
