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The girls can’t help but giggle as he walks away.
“God. He’s looking at you like I’m looking at these cookies,” Fiona says.
“Aye,” Carol Ann adds. “The man wants to devour you. He didn’t even have the decency to hide it.”
Fiona snorts. “Wait till he sees you in this dress.”
“Shh! Stop. He’ll hear you.” But I can’t stop the blush that creeps into my face, wondering if he’ll like the way I look.
Will he want to dance with me tonight? Do I even know how to dance with a real man? Awkward middle school, arms on the shoulders swaying, is all that I’ve experienced.
When I’m ready, Fiona guides me in front of the mirror. “Look.”
I take in my reflection. Dark curls fall softly to my shoulders. A hint of copper eyeshadow brightens my eyes, lined with dark lashes. A hint of blush on my cheeks and a soft pink lipstick. The dress is beautiful, flowy, and feminine, with just a hint of sexiness in the sheerness of the fabric. The heels didn’t fit, but my black boots don’t look too bad with the dark tights I wear.
“I love it.” I give them both a hug in turn. “Thank you so much. This means a lot to me, you two coming out here.”
Carol Ann pushes me toward the door. “Go on. Show your man how you look. See if he can take his eyes off you.”
“No,” I say, but she insists. Finally, I have no choice but to concede. “Wait here,” I tell them, closing my bedroom door behind me.
Butterflies dance in my belly as I slowly make the trek out to the kitchen where I know he’ll be sitting in his favorite chair by the window, sipping on something as he stares out over the sea.
There he is, just as I knew he’d be.
His eyes leave the window the moment he senses me.
I’ve known the man was handsome but…
Dressed like this…
He’s damn hot. He wears a white button-down shirt, black tie around his neck. He’s trimmed his beard, gelled his hair up and back.
Heat flows through my body, following the trail of his gaze as he takes in every inch of me. “You look incredible.” He pushes back in his chair, spreading his big thighs. “But there’s just one problem. Come here.”
Timid as a church mouse being beckoned by a lion, I tiptoe my way over to him. When I get close enough to catch the scent of his sexy cologne, he grabs me and pulls me in close, trapping me between his strong thighs.
He looks up at me, lust so deep in his gaze it makes me tremble.
I clear my throat. “What’s the issue?”
“You see, it’s this dress you’re wearin’.” His fingers tug at the tiny ruffle that runs along the hem. “It’s way too short.”
“I disagree,” I say, setting my chin.
His hands start to explore, making their way up my pantyhose-covered thighs. He’s under the skirt of the dress now, his rough skin catching at the silky material of my tights.
My hands go to his shoulders, my legs naturally parting as his curious fingers find their way to the gusset of my panties, black silk under black tights. The feel of his strong fingers rubbing me over the slick material, it’s too much. Instantly I find my knees going weak, my eyes closing, my head lolling back.
“You see,” he says, his voice filled with lust. “When a man sees you in a dress like this, he’s gonna want to do things to ya.”
“What kinds of things,” I ask with a trembling whisper.
“He’s going to want to reach up under this skirt and see what you’re hiding underneath.” He strokes me so perfectly, so gently, letting the climax build up inside me slowly, gently.
Wave upon wave.
Building up till my fingers are digging into his skin, a soft gasp coming from my lips.
