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It was too good to be true. In fact, she wondered if he was playing her. Men didn’t fantasize about dowdy women. They fantasized about women like Roni. “You’ve always dated women that were model perfect. I’m not even close.”
He tilted his head to one side. “You think because you dress conservatively that men can’t possibly be attracted to you?”
Lydia let her silence speak for her. She had a mirror; she knew what she looked like.
Dane shook his head, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “You don’t know how wrong you are. You’re the whole package, Lydia. An intelligent, honest, pretty, kind woman who has me in knots every single time I see her. One of these days I’m going to show you how desirable you are, inch by inch, then we’ll see.”
Oh, God, she’d never survive it.
“Until then, there’s this…” his voice trailed off as he leaned close and touched his lips to hers. It was soft, undemanding, and Lydia melted. He slipped an arm around her middle and pulled her in close before he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips. She sighed and gave him entrance. Dane delved inside, tasting her as if starved. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a moan as he worked her into a fever pitch. When he pushed his hips forward, Lydia felt the rigid length of his cock. Her body ached for him to fill her, driving them both over the edge of pleasure.
Little by little he pulled his mouth free, but he ke
pt his strong arm tight around her waist. His brown gaze was nearly black as he murmured, “You taste sweeter than I imagined, baby.”
Lydia shuddered, already aching for more. “We shouldn’t—”
He placed two fingers against her lips. “Shh, it was just a kiss.”
Lydia’s cheeks heated. “Of course.”
“I want you to think about us together. Will you do that for me, baby?”
She let out a nervous laugh. “After a kiss like that? I don’t think I have a choice,” she whispered.
He dropped his arm and stepped back. “Ah, but that was just the beginning. A mere teaser. I’m going to make you beg, baby, and it’s going to be so fucking sweet too.” He moved toward the door and opened it, then turned. “And no more Mr. Gentry either.”
Lydia watched him close the door behind him. She could barely catch her breath as she collapsed onto the couch, her blood rushing through her veins. “What just happened?” she murmured as she touched her lips, not surprised to find them still warm from his scorching touch. Beg? Hell, she wasn’t far from it now and all because of a kiss. What would it be like if they actually made it the bedroom?
Nope, she’d never survive it.
Lydia had made it through the rest of the week without begging Dane for another of his delicious kisses, which was a miracle. Each time he looked at her, she could feel his lips all over again. His wicked smiles told her he knew exactly what she was thinking too. He’d called her at home Thursday night, but she’d been too much the coward to pick up the phone. When he’d seen her the next morning, she’d known the challenge in his gaze was meant for her alone. He wouldn’t let her pretend the kiss had never taken place. Part of her was thrilled, but part of her still worried where it would all lead.
Now it was ten minutes after eight Friday night and she stood horrified in Roni’s penthouse apartment bedroom staring into the dresser mirror. “This can’t be legal.” She turned and stared at her ass. “This skirt is way too tight, short and…leathery. Also, I can see my nipples through this shirt.”
“You look hot. Quit bitching.”
Lydia pushed her glasses up her nose and said, “I look like a prostitute. A near-sighted prostitute at that.”
Roni stopped adjusting her black corset. “Are you saying my clothes are slutty?”
“I’m saying on you they look sexy, on me they look abnormal.”
Roni looked at her from head to toe. “I was going to suggest you take your hair down, but I think it actually looks better up. This place has a ‘no costume, no entry’ rule. And you have this strange librarian fetish look going on with the glasses and the bun. I didn’t see it before, but combined with that leather skirt and that sheer top, you’re going to be the hit of the ball.”
Lydia wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to wear the pink chiffon blouse. It had an elastic neckline and cuffs, with a hem that fell below the waist. The black bra and waist cincher made it look deliciously sexy…for the bedroom. Wearing it inside a club for others to see had her knees knocking together. The fishnet stockings seemed to bring the outfit together. As she looked at her body, she had a strange feeling that she was really staring at her evil twin.
“You know, you could have told me about the costume rule,” Lydia admonished. “I would’ve been better prepared.”
“You would’ve made an excuse and backed out, you mean.”
It sucked when your friends knew you so well. “Probably.”
Roni took a bottle of red wine from the dresser and poured them each a glass. Lydia picked up her glass before Roni could bother to hand it to her. As she sipped it, Roni finished dressing. She really shouldn’t be surprised that Roni had such erotic clothing, but seeing her best friend dressed in a tight-fitting black latex catsuit and knee-high boots was a little shocking. With her blond hair pulled into a tight, high ponytail, Roni exuded confidence and sex appeal. The men at the club must drool every time she walks through the doors. She didn’t resemble Roni the psychologist at all. All she needed was a leather whip and a man on his knees begging to please her and her look would be complete.
“You ready?” Roni asked, her tone one of concern.
Lydia’s nerves were shot, but she nodded anyway.
