Her change of topic takes me a second to process.
She was about to reveal information about herself, and I’d been holding my breath as I waited to hear it.
I should be interested because every bit of information helps my cause. But I don’t think that’s it.
Sasha is some combination of strength and vulnerability that has my interest piqued.
I step away from her and cross to the closet with built-in drawers. “Tomorrow, we’ll collect up your clothes.”
Stepping back into the room, carrying a T-shirt, she stands just where I left her, holding the dress to her chest. “Sounds good. It won’t take long.”
“It won’t?”
She shrugs one slender shoulder, looking to the side. “I packed a week’s worth of clothes when I left Russia, but it’s been one surprise after another.”
I stop then, looking down at her. Of course, she hadn’t planned to stay in the US before Dimitri intervened.
Her life has been turned upside down over and over.
“Drop the dress.”
“What?” her large eyes bulge out, looking up at me.
“I won’t look,” I lie. “But let’s get that thing off you.”
Color rises in her cheeks, the kind of pink that makes me think of more…intimate places on her body. My already-hard cock gets stiff enough to cut glass.
Hesitation colors her eyes and pulls her brows together. “Why are you being like this?”
“Like what?” I ask, reaching her hand and pulling it into mine, as I grab the lace cuff of the dress, starting to pull it over her hand.
“Nice. Why are you being nice?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Sasha
The question popsout before I can hold it back.
I already know the answer.
My brother is making him. But I want to hear him articulate his reasons, watch his face.
Or maybe I just want to hear him call me wife again. Tell me that I’m his to protect.
He starts sliding the cuff over my hand, lightly tugging the dress from my grasp.
I’m wearing a lacy strapless bra and matching thong, bought to go under my bridesmaid gown.
They looked great under the dress, but they cover up almost nothing. Even my nipples can be seen through the transparent fabric.
I hold the top of the dress tighter. “I’ve got it from here.”
“Are you sure?” he cocks his head, looking a bit devilish. But this look doesn’t scare me. In fact…
The area between my legs heats again. Shit.
I can’t be having this reaction. I need to keep my head. If I let my feelings get involved, I won’t be able to keep my guard up. Once I’m in, I’m all in. It’s just the way I am.
