Her scent… Shoot. Was she filling the room with her pheromones? She knew a wolf shifter’s scent was recognized and detected by her mate, but could he discern more than she’d thought?
He kissed her ear again before whispering, “Turn back around so I can finish with these buttons.”
She obeyed him, once again placing her palms on his thighs. He was so much bigger than she was, and it was extremely obvious as she stood between his legs. It put her at eye level. He draped her hair over her shoulders, and she could feel his breath on her neck as he continued down the long row of buttons.
“Why do mothers in the valley think it’s a good idea to present their daughters in such elaborate dresses with so many buttons?” he teased.
“I don’t think she really expected you to remove it,” Sienna muttered.
Jayce hesitated. “What?”
She shrugged. “The dress.”
He must have been done because he slid his palms through the opening and around to her stomach on top of her shifts. It felt so intimate even though he wasn’t actually touching her bare skin. His lips came to her neck again, sending a shiver down her spine. “Your mother didn’t think I would take your dress off?” He sounded confused.
“Umm. She said it wouldn’t be necessary.”
Jayce removed his hands and turned her around to face him yet again. He wore that odd frown of confusion, too. “Did you think we would consummate our union while you still wore layers of clothing?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I mean, I guess eventually you would have to help me by unbuttoning it, but not for, uh… Not for that reason.”
He stared at her. It was unnerving. She felt exposed even though she still wasn’t exposed at all. The only thing that had changed was that the back of her dress was unbuttoned, allowing her to breathe better, like he’d said.
Jayce brought his hands to her shoulders and lowered the material down, exposing her arms. “Sienna, I’m going toworship every inch of your body when you’re ready. There won’t be a stitch of clothing between us when I do. Never.”
“Why?” She trembled. Her question was serious. She understood the basics of sex, but what did her clothing have to do with it?
“Baby girl…” He smiled as he stroked her biceps. The sleeves were tight enough that the material was bunched up below her elbows. He was going to need to tug it from her wrists to get it off. “You don’t understand the bond between us yet, Little one,” he added gently.
Shifting his attention to her hands, he lifted one and slid his fingers under the lace just enough to pull it down her arm.
She watched, mesmerized as he repeated the action on the other arm, letting the intricate dress fall to the floor around her feet.
Lifting her right arm, he turned it over and glanced down at her marked wrist. “It’s so nice to finally see the mark that so perfectly matches mine.” After lifting his gaze back to hers, he brought her wrist to his lips and kissed the mark.
Sienna gasped. A zing of electricity shot through her body as if she’d been shocked. Not the simple kind of shock a person gets from shuffling across carpet. This was more of a jolt. And now parts of her were tingling, namely her nipples and something between her legs.
Panting, she looked at him. “Daddy…” The endearment slid out easier now. She felt a strange new connection to him. And she wanted to feel more.
He kissed her wrist again, not taking his eyes off hers, lingering so that his lips grazed over her skin.
Sienna clenched her legs together. There was an odd pressure building between them. It scared her.
“When we touch each other with our marks, we’ll be drawn closer together, Little one.”
She swallowed.
“Eventually, I’ll thread our fingers together, line up our two marks and press them against each other. The result will be powerful and irresistible.”
Sienna licked her lips. Her knees were shaking, threatening to give out. “Daddy…” She wasn’t even sure what to ask him.
He lowered her arm and brought his lips to her cheek. “Shhh. What you’re feeling is normal, Baby girl, and I’m going to make you feel so much better.”
With one hand behind her back, holding her in place between his legs, he used the other to trail his pointer down from her neck to her chest. Her layers of shifts were sleeveless and held up by about three inches of material at her shoulders. The neckline was a circle that reached high enough to cover her chest, keeping her modest.
Jayce danced his finger lower. He brought it to one breast over the top of the shifts and drew a wide circle around her nipple. It was so intimate that she flinched. “Daddy…”
“That’s quickly becoming my favorite word in the English language.” He drew another circle and another, making each one smaller until he finally flicked his knuckle over her nipple.
