“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I buy what I like. I’m not into name brands.”
“But you buy them.”
“I do, if I like the style.”
He took a step back and lifted my arm,spinning me like a jewelry-box ballerina. “You’re stunning in this dress. The green makes your eyes pop.” He trailed his finger from my collarbone down to the deep V of the neckline, his touch tending the flames of his earlier kiss.
My breathing shallowed.
Fin’s smile and deep tenor were added fuel. “I’m a fan of no bra.” He quirked his eyebrows. “I don’t see a zipper. How do I free you from all this material?”
“Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
“No, Vee. I threw this pass fourteen years ago. It was intercepted. I finally have the ball back. It’s not too fast.”
I reached for his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom. “It goes over my head or I step out.”
Fin’s smile grew. “Step out. I want to watch.”
Warmth blossomed on my cheeks. “You want me to strip?”
“I didn’t put it like that, but yeah.”
“Fin…”
He stepped back and after spotting a chair near the windows, a place I enjoyed sitting when I read, he sat down, spread his legs, and leaned back. “I’m waiting.”
Oh my God.
Swallowing, I let the world beyond our bubble disappear.
It was only Fin and me.
My breathing deepened as I closed my eyes and imagined music playing. Slowly, I began to sway, lifting my arms, my hips moving from side to side. I nudged the shoulders of the dress over my shoulders, spinning, swaying. As I pulled on the cuffed sleeves, the dress continued to lower, until my breasts were exposed. Opening my eyes, I felt Fin’s gaze. The intensity and air-conditioned air caused my hard nipples to morph to diamond hardness.
His baritone phrase encouraged me. “Fuck yeah.”
I spun again as he’d done to me in the living room. Wiggling and swaying, I pushed the mini-dress lining over my hips. The green chiffon fell to the floor. With only my panties, I continued to sway.
The crook of his finger bid me closer.
The combined twisting in my lower stomach, flooding of my core, and heaviness of my breasts was new and old at the same time. I hadn’t felt this sexy or adored since…since Fin.
A memory came back, one I’d sealed away.
I lowered myself to my hands and knees and crawled toward Fin.
“Fuck,” he growled, his tone a low rumble of thunder.
I kneeled between his spread thighs. His erection was evident. Slowly, I moved my eyes upward. “How was that?”
“Fucking fantastic.”
My tongue darted to my lips. “I want to suck you.”
“Jesus, Vee.” He offered me his hand.
We stood.
