Oh.
Well, I couldn’t deny himthat, could I? How fucking sweet was he?
I’m not one of those girls who knows how to walk in a ballgown, okay? I mean, I was barefoot! So I did my best to gather the sparkly skirt and take small steps as I made my way out to the living room.
Garrak slowly stood, his eyes gleaming. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” His gaze flicked up to mine. “I mean, you always look beautiful, but…damn.”
What girl doesn’t want to render her lover wordless, right?
“You like it?” I asked shyly, giving a little spin, trying not to trip. “I don’t know where I would wear it.”
“I don’t either, but even if you only wear it for me, I’ll think I’m the luckiest fucking male on the island.”
Awww.
His eyes suddenly grew greener as his lips twisted. “There’s one more thing in those bags,dkaar. And that one’s forme, not you.”
From the heat in his gaze, I could guess what it was. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs as I went breathless. “Something for me to try on?”
“Go back in there, Stevie, put it on, and you come out here and let me see that sweet ass in it.”
I couldn’t help it; I bent over, gathered my skirts in both hands, yanked them up above my knees, and hurried back to the bathroom. Maybe I was a little breathless, my movements too hurried, as I pulled off the gown and dumped out the last bag.
There was the underwear he’d promised—the plain cotton type, which he knew I preferred, as well as a few fancier pairs. There were also two new bras, and I was impressed he’d not only gone to the same store as where I’d gotten the one I’d brought with me but had grabbed the same size too.
The guy did his research, what can I say?
But I pushed all that aside, because there, sitting on the granite counter, was a fluffy pale blue concoction of silk and sheer lace. With shaking hands, I held up the sexiest little teddy I’d ever seen.
He’d bought that for me.
And he wanted to see me in it.
Grinning, I hurried to shove all of Stevie into a Stevie-minus-one sized piece of lingerie. I was hanging outall over, and my breath caught as I studied myself in the mirror. Garrak had picked out the bras and undies for me; he knew my size. The fact that I was spilling out of this was a deliberate choice, and I had to admit, Ididlook pretty fucking sexy.
Okay.
I took a deep breath and met my reflection’s gaze in the mirror.Okay. I looked amazing. My guy—myMate—was sitting out there waiting for me. I wanted himdesperately, and it was up to me to make him want me the same.
I wanted his scent on me. I wanted everyone to know he’d claimed me. I wanted to be claimed by him.
I wanted to be his and him to be mine.
So I took my time to pose in the doorway, one arm up. “What do you think?” I asked in what I hoped was a sultry tone.
Garrak was once more lounging on the couch, only he’d unbuttoned his jeans and was leisurely stroking his cock, a sight that simultaneously made my mouth water and my pussy wet.
He hummed. “I think I need to see you up close. Come here, my pretty little plaything, and let meinspect you.”
Oh God, why did that make my stomach flutter the way it did? I loved when he was crude like that, and I think I was probably half in a daze as I stumbled toward him.
“Hmm. Spin around,” he commanded.
I did, hands on my hips, standing between his knees, making sure he could see all angles. “It’s a little small in the chest.”
“I wanted your tits to be on display,” he growled. “I wanted to see what was mine.”
My knees went weak.
