She was like Jello in my arms, and she soaked me through, as though I’d been in the tub with her, too. But that was all right. My clothes would dry.
I toweled her off, relishing in the sight of her nakedness.
Amy had the kind of curves that made me gocrazy. And I was feeling pretty crazy right now.
I knew it was only a matter of time before we were intimate, but I told my cock to simmer down and be patient. Whatmattered right now was going at the speed she was comfortable with.
“I think a nightgown might be easiest,” she told me.
“Let me grab one for you. Are they in your dresser drawer?”
“Yeah. And would you mind getting my slippers, too?”
“Where are they?”
“In the closet.”
It was wild that I’d just finger-fucked her to orgasm, and now we were going about domestic duties. It made me feel like I fit in her life somehow. We weren’t just a fling. I think we both knew that already.
I rummaged through her drawers. There were plenty of sensible nighties in there. But there was also what had to be a date-night nightgown. That was the one I grabbed because I wanted to see her in it.
When I opened her closet to get her slippers, I grinned and muttered under my breath, “No fucking way.”
It was neat and orderly, just like the rest of her house. There were less than a dozen pairs of shoes lined up in a row on the closet floor.
Amy was passingallmy tests.
And even though it had only been one day, I felt myself falling for her harder with each passing moment. Now I just had to see if I was the man who would finally meetherstandards.
I plucked the slippers out of the lineup and brought them to her.
“This is the nightgown you chose?” she asked when she saw what I’d pulled out for her.
“Yup. It was the winner.”
It was a short, see-through nightie. The kind that wouldn’t leave anything to the imagination. I half expected her to laugh and toss it back at me.
But she gave me a serious stare and slipped it on.
Damn, she looked good in it.
And I was ready to drag it off of her already.
Chapter 11
Amy
It was hard to believe I’d just met Dawson last night.
If I’d been wearing any, he would have had my panties in a quiver.
And whatever he’d just done to me in the tub had changed my outlook on life.
Forget lists.
Forget perfect men.
I just wantedthisone. For as long as he would have me.
