He stepped forward, close enough that she couldfeel the warmth of him, his presence sinking into her skin. “I love red on you. You’ll wear the red dress when we’re alone, with nothing underneath.” He rubbed his lips against hers. Pulled back. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
Holy shit. She opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, his fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face up to his. “Why were you drawn to the green?”
The moment their eyes met, she felt it—the pull, the tension, the electric charge humming between them. She didn’t even tryto lie, the truth like a wild thing demanding freedom. “It reminds me of your eyes.”
Vector’s thumb brushed against her jaw, his touch deceptively gentle after her confession. “You drive me to madness, female.”
Her breath caught, the heat of his fingers sending a slow burn through her veins. She should step back. Should remind him that this intimacy wasn’t part of the deal. But she didn’t move.
Vector’s gaze darkened, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path over her cheekbone. He leaned in, his breath warm against her lips, teasing, waiting. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “Tell me you don’t want me to lift this dress and take you.”
She didn’t say a word. That was exactly what she wanted. Every carnal, outrageous, dangerous thing he could think of, she wanted. Everything. It was like having sex with him had unleashed a secret part of her she’d never known existed. A wild, untamed creature she hardly recognized.
The air between them thickened, charged with somethingunspoken, undeniable. And then, his lips brushed against hers—a featherlight touch, testing, teasing, his breath mingling with hers.
Raven’s fingers curled against the fabric of his jacket, gripping it like an anchor. Her pulse pounded as Vector deepened the kiss, his mouth moving against hers with slow, deliberate possession.
Heat curled in her stomach, spreading like wildfire as his hands slid to her waist, pulling her against him. His grip was firm,commanding, as if he was claiming her, branding her with the press of his body.
She melted into him before she could stop herself, her bodybetraying her mindas her lips parted, inviting him in. Alow growl rumbled in his chest as his tongue swept against hers, coaxing, demanding.
Her hands slipped up his chest, her fingertips grazing the hard ridges of muscle beneath his suit. She should push him away. She shouldfightthe pull between them. There were probably cameras in here. Someone could walk in. Catch them.
She pulled him closer.
Vector’s grip tightened, his kiss growing more urgent, moredesperate, as if holding back was no longer an option. One of his hands slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss.
A sharp knock at the dressing room door made her jerk back, her breathing ragged.
Talon’s voice was calm, but firm. “We should go. Your next appointment is in fifteen minutes.”
Vector exhaled slowly, his forehead resting against hers for the briefest moment. Then, he stepped back,his eyes burning with something dark, something unfinished.
“We’re not done,” he murmured, his voicea promise, not a question.
Raven’s lips tingled, her pulse still racing as she watched him turn and stride out of the fitting room, leaving herbreathless, shaken, and wanting more.
Her breath hitched.She should push him away.She should tell himthis wasn’t normal, wasn’t okay.
But instead,when his lips brushed against hers, the whisper of contact sent her pulse hammering.
It wasn’t a demanding kiss. It was slow,deliberate, like he was testing her reaction.
Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, not to push him away, but tosteady herself against the sudden heat coursing through her.
Vector deepened the kiss, his fingers trailing down her spine,possessive, claiming, as if sealing something between them.
Another sharp knock at the dressing room door made her jump. Vector cursed.
Talon’s voice was calm, but firm. “Vector. We need to go.”
Vector’s lips curled in a slow, knowing smile as he took a step back.
Raven’s fingers curled into the fabric of her dress,hating how much she wanted to pull him back. Hated even more how badly she wanted to go home and put on a certain red dress…with nothing underneath.
CHAPTER 10
No man ever took a woman shopping unless he was absolutely, totally insane.
