She returns her hands to my stomach, taking care to avoid the bruised area. When she unbuckles my belt, I let out a low groan.
Then, I remember her attire.
“I should start undressing you now.” I pull back reluctantly. “It could take us all night just to do that.”
She turns around and shows me the buttons of her corset. “One at a time, and don’t you dare get impatient and pop any of them or Eloise will fucking kill me,” she warns me. “Seriously, Logan. Don’t do it.”
“I won’t pop a single freaking button,” I mutter as I start unhooking the first one and work my way down. “I want to. I want to tear this damn thing off of you in two seconds flat. But I won’t.”
Macey lets out a big exhale as I get past the buttons around her ribcage.
“Why in the hell did women wear these things?” I say. “You can’t fucking breathe.”
“It’s symbolic of how women were imprisoned,” Macey says darkly. “They couldn’t work. They couldn’t vote. Their dresses bound them up, too. Just like the rules of society did.”
I lean my chin on her shoulder and blow warm air onto her neck from behind. She shivers.
“You know I would never hold you back, right?” I say quietly.
“Yes,” she says immediately. “I know you wouldn’t do that, Logan.”
Her affirmation sounds surprisingly vulnerable, and I wrap my arms around her gently. “But we’re not caught up in all of that relationship stuff anyway,” I say. “We do what works for us.”
“We do,” she says softly. “It takes all the pressure off. Tonight felt weird, though, didn’t it? For a moment up at the altar, it almost felt like we were…”
Married for real.
We both go still, and an awkward deadly silence hits the truck.
I finish undoing Macey’s dress quietly and help her slide it off her shoulders.
When she turns back around, her creamy breasts shine beneath the light of the moon. Her red raindrop tattoo that matches mine is outlined on her left breast.
“Macey…”
“Shh.” She raises her eyes to meet mine. Hers have a determined gleam to them. “Let’s do what we promised. Let’s enjoy tonight. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” I dip my head and take one of her pale pink nipples into my mouth.
12
Macey
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I clutch Logan’s shoulders as he sucks on my nipple.
“That feels so good,” I murmur. “I love when you do that.”
“I’ve missed touching your body like this,” he says into my heated skin.
I’ve missed you, too.
But I don’t want to focus on missing him when he’s right here in front of me. I lift my hips so he can slide the dress all the way off, and then we fold it up carefully, and Logan places it safely in the front seat.
Only my underwear, plus a pair of cream stockings held up by a garter, still cover me. I smile when Logan’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.
“What the hell are those?” He fingers the stockings. “You didn’t tell me you were wearing these underneath. I wouldn’t have made it through the meal. We would have had to go straight into the back room.”
