I towel dried my hair, and wrapped it in the towel before stepping out and seeing that he had changed into a navy-blue suit that was so dark, it was almost black.
“Rylie. What is going on?”
“We are going to dinner. Your outfit is hanging in the closet.” He took a deep breath and looked me up and down and stood up off the bed.
I let my eyes trail down the length of him, and from where I was standing, appreciated how it hugged his well-defined ass. I reached up and ran my fingers along his chest, moving the jacket to the side, and let out a long breath as I noticed even the dress shirt had been tailored. It was moments like this when his breathing changed at my simple touch, that I tried to hold on to when my brain demons attacked.
Standing before me, he reached up and untucked the towel, where it fell to the floor in a heap. Rylie ran his fingertips along my skin, sending a new wave of need and pleasure through me. I hadn’t realized I had closed my eyes at the feel of it until I felt his lips against my forehead.
“Let’s get you dressed.” He said with a heavy sigh. Heading to the closet, he retrieved a garment bag, gently laid it down on the bed, and unzipped it. “Promise not to ask too many questions.”
When he pulled the dress out, I blinked.
“Did you seriously buy me a dress for dinner tonight?”
“I did.” The left corner of his lip rose, and then he asked shily, “Is it okay?”
“It’s beautiful.” I said, running my fingers over the black, silky knit material. With spaghetti straps and v-neckline, I blinked at him. “This is a body contour dress, Rylie. It’s going to show everything.”
“Trust me.”
“And I’m wearing this to a place that requires you to be drop dead gorgeous in a fitted suit?”
He shrugged casually. “It’s just a suit. I’ve got a few of them back at the condo. And yes, where we are going, requires you to wear this dress.” His cheeks reddened, and I reached over and gave him a quick kiss.
“There are also these.” He said, holding up a pair of barely there panties and lacey strapless bra.
I raised my eyebrows, and he handed me the bra, and kneeled before me and held the panties out for me to step into, which I did. Slowly he slid them up, but when I felt his lips on my hip, I shuddered and broke out into goosebumps.
“Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are?” He said clasping the bra behind me. “I really rather be keeping you undressed, rather than dressing you, but you need to eat and have energy for later.”
I shook my head as he turned to pull the dress off the hanger, and I fixed the bra to set it in place. Rylie undid the zipper and then held it out for me to step in. When I did, he walked around, pulling the straps up to rest on my shoulders, before he zipped it up and looped the small clasp. When I turned around, he slowly looked up the length of me and said, “I knew this would be perfect.”
“You are just saying that.”
He raised his eyebrows at me and pulled me over and stood behind me as we faced the floor-length mirror. The woman standing next to Rylie couldn’t have been me. There was no way this dress looked this good on me.
“Still don’t believe me?” He said, running his lips along my shoulder and neck, before placing a soft kiss just below my ear and snapping his eyes to mine in the mirror. That alone had me ready to push him onto the bed and ride until morning. I bit my lip as my muddy brown eyes met his in the mirror.
He visibly straightened and winked. “I have shoes too, but I know you will want to do your hair, and not leave it in a towel.”
“Make up, too, if I’m supposed to be shown off.” He nodded with a smirk, and I was terrified of that fact. “Rylie, this had to cost a fortune. Why am I getting the wine and dine treatment tonight? We can’t afford this.”
“You are worth it, and the cost isn’t for you to worry about.”
I studied him for a long moment, and he stood tall. “What aren’t you telling me, Rylie?”
“We do have things to talk about. Our future, for one.” His voice shook a little, and that alone had me fearing the answer to my next words.
“Why does that scare me?” I froze because there was only one thing that I could think of. “Rylie. If you want to break up, then do it now. I can’t have a great weekend with you, only to be shattered right before I go home.”
“Sweetheart. No. Stop right there.” His voice was hard and demanding, but fueled by anger.
“Rylie. I ca… I can’t… If this… if we’re o…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. It felt like my chest was caving in, and I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing anymore.
His hands cradled my neck, and when he bent down to make sure that I was looking at him, tears filled my eyes at my thought, and I wasn’t absorbing what he said. “No. Never. I am not going anywhere. Sweetheart, look at me. Gods, please look at me and listen.”
I blinked over and over again, feeling tears fall onto my cheeks, and I thought I heard him whisper something that sounded like, “I would be nothing without you by my side. Don’t second guess us.”
