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“Eden, this isn’t funny.”
“I’m stuck.”
He mutters a curse before he opens the door.
“My hair’s stuck.”
His eyes flare as his gaze sweeps over my body. I’m wearing a teeny tiny pair of lace panties and a matching pink bra. If it weren’t for the whole hair caught in my dress thing, I’d say the seduction is back on.
He twirls his finger. “Turn around.”
I do as he says and his fingers glide up my back. I shiver. Screw the dress. He can cut it off. It won’t be much of a loss. I bought it in college and have worn it a total of two times since then.
I move to turn around but Miller’s hands on my shoulders stop me.
“Don’t tempt me, flower girl.”
I wiggle my ass. “I’m not tempting you already?”
“You’re the definition of temptation, but your hair is caught on the tag of the dress and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I melt at his words. Geez. What is it with me and melting lately? I don’t melt at the words a man speaks. Not Eden Spring.
But this isn’t any man. This is Miller. The man you’re falling for.
I ignore my inner voice. She’s out for trouble and she should know better.
“I’ll try to be gentle, but this might hurt.”
He pulls on a strand of my hair. “Ouch!”
“Sorry.” He kisses my shoulder.
He pulls on another strand of hair and I yank away.
“Stand still,” he orders.
“I’m trying, but you’re taking forever.”
“Do you want me to yank the dress away?”
“No.”
“Because I can. Women with bald spots can be sexy.”
“Fine. I’ll be still.”
I drum my fingers on my thighs while he fiddles with my hair.
“You can’t be still for very long, can you?”
I stop drumming. “I’m trying, but how would you feel if you were standing here half-naked while I pulled on your hair?”
“Not my thing. I prefer to do the hair pulling.”
I shiver at his growl and press my ass back until I touch him. “You’re enjoying this?” I ask when I feel his hard length.
He kisses my shoulder. “Darling, there will never be a time when you’re standing half-naked in front of me and I’m not hard. If your hair wasn’t stuck in your dress, you’d already be bent over the dresser.”
