I shiver with his touch. “You must be looking at the wrong woman then,” I whisper. “I’m hardly a warrior.”
“On the contrary,” he says, popping the small silk buttons free until the dress begins to loosen. “I know exactly what I’m looking at.”
I reach up to hold the dress against me as it loosens even more. His fingers trail along my shoulders, down my back, stroking.
“It’s loose now,” I murmur. “I can get the rest.”
His fingers pause and then resume trailing down my spine. He steps around me, his warmth soaking into my back, and then I feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck. His lips dance over my skin, kissing me there in an intimate press that feels more erotic than anything I’ve ever experienced. My legs begin to shake.
“Are you sure?” he asks against my skin. “I can help you.”
If he stays here, I know what will happen. I understand what he’s asking. God, do I want it. But he should know all the facts first.
“I slept with Otto,” I croak out. “He told me his real name. You should know that.”
“I know,” he answers, his lips trailing along my shoulder, leaving little kisses behind. His tender movements don’t slow or pause. “I also know Wylan is interested in you as well.”
“I. . . shouldn’t you be annoyed by that? Angry?”
“Why would I be?” he asks, unfazed. “You’re allowed to enjoy yourself.”
“Am I?” I whisper, looking at him over my shoulder.
He stops his perusal and straightens, moving to stand in front of me so he can look me in the eyes. “You can fuck us all, little bird, and I will still want to lick my way down your body.” He reaches for the edge of the dress, carefully peeling it down. “I’ll still want to sink into your sweet cunt and listen to you cry out my name.”
My legs turn to jelly. I literally have to brace myself against the wall to hold myself up. “We’re in public,” I rasp as he coaxes the dress down further, revealing the top of my breasts.
“We are,” he agrees.
“Shouldn’t we. . .”
“Be quiet?” he says, nodding. “Yes, we should.”
And then he tugs the dress down the rest of the way and it pools to the floor. I stand in front of him wearing only my underwear, the urge to cover up strong. When my arm snakes in front of my chest, he stops me.
“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs.
He shrugs out of his suit coat and carefully folds it over the plush chair in the large changing room. I watch as he unbuttons his sleeves and then starts to work on the buttons down his chest. The more skin he reveals, the more I grow unsteady. When he shrugs the shirt off and stands only in his slacks, I get an eyeful of the sculpted abs and the smattering of hair across his chest. Holy shit. The man is absolutely beautiful. I know that. But without a shirt. . .
“Come here,” he instructs.
I crinkle my nose despite the sight of him. “Still bossy, I see.”
His warm chuckle goes straight to my core. “If you’d rather I be submissive, I can be that, too.”
My brows shoot up in curiosity. “Oh? And how would that go?”
His lips quirk up. “You tell me.”
Why is that so hot? Holy fuck. “Umm. . . on your knees would be good.”
This man drops to his knees so achingly slow, I short circuit. He keeps his eyes on mine as he lowers, his hands on his thighs, that expensive Rolex on his wrist flashing in the intimate lighting. Confidence slams into me so hard, I don’t know what to do with it. There’s just something about an expensive man on his knees that really does it for me, apparently. My unease disappears. I completely forget we’re in public and there are at least two people in this store that could hear us. Instead, I’m focused on the man kneeling in front of me, hunger in his eyes.
“Would you like to taste me?” I rasp, running my hand along the seam of my underwear, teasing.
“Yes,” he breathes.
“Then beg me for it,” I reply, my chin tilting up, my body quivering with anticipation.
