“By sending me dresses and putting me on the guest list?”
“Yes.” He hissed. “That’s a glaringly obvious sign.”
“I…” I didn’t have a good comeback for that one.
“If I’d known you would get this jealous, I would’ve handled this differently,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine. “Trust me.”
“You hadn’t called in days…”
“A huge oversight that won’t happen again.” His gaze dared me to move. “I got busy, Chloe.”
“You could’ve just?—”
“For what it’s worth,” he interrupted, “you’re the only woman I’ve spent this much time with in years.”
“But—”
“Years.” He dragged his thumb along my lower lip. “And I’m done restraining myself from showing how much I like you.”
The air between us shifted.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, and I couldn’t remember why I’d been angry in the first place.
“Do you have any idea what it did to me,” he said quietly, “watching you glare at me like you hated me tonight?”
“Good,” I whispered. “Maybe now you know how I felt.”
“You shouldn’t have felt anything, Chloe…” His hand slid beneath my hair, cupping the back of my neck. “Do you know how many people I left standing out there for you?”
My pulse stumbled. “You can still go back.”
“Too late.” His mouth crashed into mine, but it wasn’t soft or careful. It was angry, possessive, and starved.
His mouth stole the air from my lungs before I could react, before I could think about anything except the way his hands were gripping my waist hard enough to bruise.
I moaned against his lips as he backed me into the glass wall again, kissing me deeper, rougher, like he’d been restraining himself for too long and finally snapped.
“Fuck…” He dragged his mouth down my throat. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Voices drifted past the dome outside, close enough to make my stomach tighten.
“Let them wonder why the glass is fogging up,” he murmured against my neck.
Heat rushed straight between my thighs, and I knew I should’ve pushed him away before this went further, but I spread my legs for him before he even asked.
His eyes darkened at the movement.
“Good girl…”
Something about hearing those words in his voice nearly destroyed me.
His hands slid slowly down my body until they reached the zipper of my dress.
“You won’t need this,” he murmured.
His fingers dragged the zipper down inch by inch, like he wanted to savor every second of uncovering me.
The dress slipped from my shoulders in a whisper of cream silk before pooling at my feet.
