“Oh, Sunny,” he breathes. “Fuck.”
A smile plays on my lips. I look down to the floor and hook a piece of hair behind my ear. I never had a man look at me with so much love and admiration. If he keeps doing that, this dress isn’t going to stay on much longer.
“I need some help zipping up.”
A smile curves at the corner of his mouth. “I can certainly help with that.”
His hand finds the small of my back, guiding me towards my bedroom area. I’m worried if we go there, we’ll end up not coming out. With him looking like that, it’s hard to want to go anywhere.
He hands me the sunflower. “For you,” he gestures. “Now turn around.”
I swallow hard at the tone. It’s breathy. It’s low. It’s hungry.
Turning around, I hear him rubbing his hands together to warm them up so I won’t feel the cold from outside on his skin.
Considerate Tyler.
He grabs my hair and brushes it over my shoulder, so it falls over my chest. His calloused fingertips trace the back of my exposed arms leaving a trail of fire in their wake on my skin. I take in a deep breath, trying to keep my composure.
His hand finds the small of my back again while the other tugs at the zipper, pulling it up to secure the dress I so desperately want to be on the floor instead.
He grabs my hair and moves it back to its rightful spot down my back. His breath in the crook of my neck is a prelude to the way his lips tenderly kiss the column of my neck where my scarsits. The scar that matches his. They’re both still freshly pink in their healing process. And a part of me hopes people notice the brand we have on one another.
“Let me see all of you.” He spins me around, giving him a full view and then I’m facing him. He thumbs my glossed lips. “Can’t ruin this masterpiece right now, baby. But believe me, I have big plans once I show you off to everyone.”
My skin betrays me as it releases goosebumps all over just by his words alone. Once I get my heels on, he leans back into the dresser and motions for my foot so he can secure the heels.
I place a heel right over his hard cock. I love that I do that to him. He bites his lower lip, rolling his eyes at the contact. He pushes my dress up, exposing my whole leg. His fingers delicately tie the strings in place, securing my foot. He takes those lips and presses them to my ankle and slowly starts making his way up my leg. My breath hitches and I want to clench my thighs to give myself relief from the pulsing between my legs.
“Now the other.” He motions.
I bring my leg down, replacing it with the other with a little more aggression against his hard cock. A smile grows on his face as he lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head.
“You’re going to make this painful for me, aren’t you, little fire?” He starts securing my heel.
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Well then what fun is that?” he whispers against the skin of my leg.
My body betrays me once more as my head tilts back at the feel. And I even let out a breathy moan. I feel him drop my leg and grab the back of my neck with his strong hand, making me look up at him.
“Soon,” he promises as his eyes search my face. “I need you looking your best so I can show them all the reason why this heart beats in my chest.” His hand guides mine over his chest. He takes a step back and observes me again. “A masterpiece.”
“You keep talking like that we won’t make it out of this apartment,” I taunt.
Shaking his head, he places his hands in his pockets and steps into me. “Keep that smart mouth up I’m going to have to find a way to shut it.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I challenge.
His grin widens and I bring my hands to his face, cupping his jaw between them and place a soft kiss on his lips. He lets out a soft groan and brings his hand to cradle my face.
This man may be powerful, lethal even, but he melts under my touch.
“Come on, Sunny. Let’s go piss off a lot of people.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
TYLER
