“I’m not tearing your dress,” he insists. “You made this dress. With your bare hands”
The way he says it, as if it matters, makes my heart squeeze.
And turns me on even more.
“I’ll fix it. Promise.” I cross my fingers over my heart and pull his tie free.
Because yes, the zipper sticks. I knew that when I bought it. But it was the last one, and I was in a hurry.
It’s honestly a miracle I haven’t popped a seam. This dress is basically double-stitched together with hope and prayer.
He takes my hand before I can say anything else and presses a slow kiss to my palm.
“I don’t think so,” he murmurs darkly.
His hands slide lower, slow and deliberate, and I savor the moment.
No man has ever touched me like this. Not with this kind of patience. This kind of control. A slow exploration.
Like unraveling me is his favorite sport, and he intends to take his time.
His mouth follows a lazy path between my breasts, past my navel, until I’m breathless and quivering.
I clutch at his shoulders, a moan slipping out as his hot mouth finds my sex.
“Harrison!”
Then, with unnerving patience, he coaxes the fabric of my dress upward, inch by torturous inch, peeling me free.
When it’s finally gone, he stills.
Taking in all of me. Drinking me in.
Something warm swims in my belly.
Not because I’m in nothing but panties. I’ve been half-naked on sets with cameras, lighting rigs, and entire crews watching. None of that ever got under my skin.
The way his eyes trace me. Linger. Memorize. Claiming me in this moment so completely without even touching me.
It’s intimate in a way I’m not used to. And I am so fucked.
We somehow end up in a bedroom, where he tosses me onto the bed. The woodsy, rich scent of him is all around.
Then, he pulls back. “Nervous?” he asks gently.
Yes.
“No,” I lie with a breathless giggle as the tequila does my talking. “Just waiting to see what I’m working with.”
I motion to his pants.
He begins to remove them. The sound of the zipper is absurdly loud in the quiet room.
They fall to the floor.
And for a heartbeat, all I can do is stare.
This is a gorgeous man. Tall and muscular and so well endowed, they should name a skyscraper after him.
