Dean’s eyes moved over me, lingering on my face, then my shoulder. Then he stepped into the small dressing room, crowding me back, and closed the door behind him.
“I told you before. I don’t like it when you talk that way about yourself.”
“But it’s true. Everyone at the restaurant is going to be talking about me. They’ll be staring.” And feeling sorry for me. Which would only get worse later when they heard Dean had left me.
I hadn’t felt this down in a while. Yet I couldn’t seem to break out of it.
He put a hand on the mirror behind my head. “If they talk, they’ll just be saying how gorgeous you are.” He leaned in. “AndIwill be thinking about how sexy you are. How I can’t wait to get you home and watch you riding my cock with that dress still on. I’ll definitely be staring.”
I inhaled, and Dean’s crisp scent filled my nostrils.
“Why are we even doing this?” I asked. “I don’t need a new dress.”
“And I say you do. Turn around. Look how beautiful you are.”
Slowly, I rotated to face the mirror. Dean crowded behind me, hands going to my hips and massaging me through the thin fabric. Then his touch moved upward, his fingers brushing gently over the scars visible on either side of the skinny left strap of the dress.
“Lorraine’s going to wonder what we’re doing in here,” I said.
He shrugged. “Let her wonder. She’s hardly going to call the cops on Deputy Marsh.”
His right hand slipped downward and started pulling up the back hem of my dress. My eyes went wide in the mirror. “Dean,” I warned.
“I want you to feel good about wearing this dress.” He pressed a kiss to my scars and whispered, “Let me make you feel good.”
Dean’s fingers trailed up my inner thigh and slipped inside the crotch of my panties. I had to reach out and brace myself against the mirror, biting my lip. I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this to me in a dressing room. On Hartley’sMain Street. The gossip that could spread about this…
But would it be worse than anything else they might say? At least my sweet, innocent reputation would be in tatters. That wasn’t me anyway.
“It has to be quick,” I said quietly, gasping.
His grin in the mirror was wicked.
Dean started out with slow, teasing strokes of his fingers. He rumbled with a quiet groan. “There you go,” he murmured. “Getting nice and slippery wet for me. Wish I could pull my cock out and fuck you right here up against this mirror. Or maybe I’ll do it later in the restaurant bathroom. So the whole town knows who you belong to. They’llknow how much you love taking my cock and my tongue and my fingers.”
While he kept whispering dirty things, those fingers stroked faster and faster over my core in exactly the way I craved. The way he’d learned would push me over the edge. I felt wanton as the pleasure built.
Then two of his fingers thrust inside me, and I pressed my lips together to keep from making a sound as wave after orgasmic wave shuddered through my body.
I sagged, going limp. Dean wrapped an arm around my waist to catch me. He tugged his other hand free, carefully moved my panties back into place, and kissed my temple.
“Need any other sizes?” Lorraine’s cheerful voice chirped. I startled, but Dean just smiled in the mirror.
“Nope, we’re good. I was helping Keira pick her favorite. I think we found a winner.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Keira
Lorraine’s footsteps moved away,and I straightened the hem of my dress. “Guess I’m buying this one.”
“No, I’m buying it. You should wear it tonight to dinner.”
That orgasm had my blood full of the good kind of chemicals. I watched as Dean adjusted the very visible ridge in his jeans, tucking his erection against his waistband. I was tempted to take care of that problem for him, but I’d rebelled enough for now.
“Okay. I’ll let you buy it for me on one condition.”
“That is?” he asked with a smirk, pulling me closer to kiss me.
