And I can’t wait.
The water shuts off from his shower, and I dress quickly, stepping into the matte black liquid satin. I pull it over my hips, fasten the halter at my neck, then hook the tiny diamond chain that drapes low across my back.
It’s an open back. Of course, I’d pick nothing less. Bare skin from my shoulder blades to the curve of my spine.
I peel the tab on the sticky tape and press it to my breasts, then push the fabric where I want it to hold. The front is a keyhole, opening from the halter to my midsection.
I bend, the slit climbing high as I grab my shoes—Christian Louboutins. Satin. Strappy. Gorgeous.
I stand in front of the full-length mirror, evaluating the damage. My hair’s pulled back into a loose ponytail, leaving just enough natural wave to keep it soft. The open back is fully exposed. Exactly how I want it.
Matt gave me his credit card for tonight.
And I used it like a weapon.
Matt opens the door as I’m clasping the backs of my diamond earrings.
He stops mid-step, freezing in place, towel wrapped around his waist. “Holy shit.”
His eyes drag over me, slow and deliberate, the heat of his stare searing into my skin. A corner of his mouth kicks up. “You look—” Heclears his throat, gripping the back of his neck. “Christ, you look terrible.”
I smile, satisfaction seeping through me.
He walks right past me to the closet, letting the towel fall as he reaches for his tux.
My gaze follows, landing on his bare ass.
He glances back and grins when he catches me staring, like he just won a fucking prize.
What an arrogant ass.
He keeps his back to me while he dresses, and I keep staring anyway, butterflies stirring low in my stomach.
He finally turns, buttoning his cuff links, looking as handsome as the devil himself. He moves toward me, and I step back on instinct, putting space between us. But it’s no use. He keeps coming, until my back hits the wall and the only thought I have is to keep breathing.
His eyes lock on mine as he lifts one finger and drags it slow from my shoulder down my arm.
Then he leans in, breath hot against my ear. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing, babe.” He pauses, his mouth brushing my ear. “You look… fucking beautiful.”
Oh myGod.
My head spins, gravity failing me. A whirlpool of desire hits fast, swirling in my stomach and stealing the air from my lungs. A pulse thrums between my thighs, and I force my attention away from it. To the man in front of me, looking at me like I’m already his… and I’m one breath away from letting that be true.
He steps back, holds his hand out for mine, and says, “Let’s go.”
“Champagne?”
I smile at the cocktail waitress, grabbing a flute from the tray. “Thank you.”
She smiles back and continues her loop through the throng of people dressed in black tuxedos and European designers that cost more than most people’s rent.
Matt’s deep in conversation about the resort, his hand skimming my lower back. It’s been there most of the night.
He’s been handsier than usual, and now that he’s almost finished with his second drink, he’s getting even more touchy.
I have mixed feelings about it. Because of course I enjoy it. I love being on Matt’s arm tonight. He’s made sure to introduce me to everyone he talks to, always ashis wife.
The way he says it, like he’s proud to be here with me, to call me his wife. It does something to me. Makes me want to be the best damn wife he could ever hope for.
