The door suddenly opened, nearly driving the handle into his gut, and Luke backed away quickly. Andrea’s head appeared, peeking around the door, and she glanced around as if to make sure no one was nearby before she flicked her head and whispered, “Get in here.”
Success. Feeling triumphant, he slipped inside the dressing room, thankful when she shut and locked the door before turning to face him.
All thought evaporated from his head. He stared at her, taking all of her in, every last bit, afraid to speak for fear it would come out like a Neanderthal’s grunt, or worse, no sound would come out at all.
“What do you think?” she asked nervously, resting her hands on her hips.
Oh yeah. He needed to see all of her. Immediately.
“Turn around,” he rasped, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, his muscles strung tight.
Slowly she twirled, stopping when he ordered her to, and wordlessly he drank her in. Black strips of shiny fabric crossed her perfect ass in some sort of complicated pattern he couldn’t quite figure out, but hey, he could rip it off her later.
Or now.
Yeah, she might get pissed if he ripped it off her sexy-as-hell body before they even paid for everything.
“You hate it,” she said, her voice flat.
“Um, not even close.” He cleared his throat, feeling like a jackass. Why couldn’t he speak? What was wrong with him?
She turned to face him once more and his gaze dropped to her chest. The bra she wore was that midnight blue color he’d seen so much of out in the store, trimmed in delicate black lace and dotted with tiny sparkles. Her breasts were plumped up, looking ready to spill from the cups. The panties were a little scrap of matching midnight blue that barely covered her pussy, her hips wrapped in more of those complicated black satiny straps of fabric.
“What’s wrong then?” She rested her hands on her hips again but with a little more attitude this time, the position only making her look even sexier if that was possible. “I tried on a bunch and didn’t like any of it.
These are the only pieces I thought I looked decent in, but I don’t know. Maybe not.” She walked toward the mirror, reaching up to adjust the bra, pulling at the cups so her breasts jiggled and swayed.
His gaze dropped to her ass. He stared at her like a drooling, starving dog as she shifted from one foot to another before she turned around and ran her fingers beneath the fabric on each cheek, adjusting her panties.
Good lord. He broke out into a sweat. It felt far more intimate watching her readjust her underwear, contemplating herself with a critical eye. Women were so damn hard on themselves. She looked fucking sexy as hell, but he could tell she wasn’t pleased with what she saw. Why, he wasn’t sure. All he saw was perfection.
Luke reached for her, pulling her to him so her back rested against his front. He met her gaze in the mirror, his hands gripping her hips, his cheek resting on top of her head. “You look amazing.”
A little smile teased her lips. “You really think so?”
“Fuck yeah.” He let his hands wander, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties at her hips, pulling her ass fully against his front. “Can’t you tell?”
Her smile grew and she gave him a chastising look. “We can’t do anything bad in here. Sabrina will check on us at any minute.”
“Really?” That made things a lot more interesting. “Well, we’re definitely getting this for you.”
“Oh yeah?” She tilted her head back when he ran his mouth along her neck, giving him easier access. It pleased him, how easily she gave in to him. “I’m glad you like it.”
He ran his hand across her belly, feeling it quiver beneath his touch. “I want to touch you,” he whispered.
“You are touching me,” she whispered back.
“Like this.” He dived his fingers beneath the front of her panties, encountering warm, wet flesh, and she moaned at first contact. “I want to watch you come.”
Her eyes cracked open, meeting his once more in the mirror’s reflection. “But…Sabrina…”
“Sshh.” He kissed her cheek, running his fingers back and forth across her pussy. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
“God,” she choked out, widening her stance just like he asked, her eyes fluttering shut as he continued his assault on her flesh. “Luke…”
“Gotta be quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear you.” Damn, she was so wet. So hot. Her clit was swollen, her body loose and relaxed as she leaned against him, almost as if she was melting, and his cock surged, ready for satisfaction, but he told it to take a chill pill.
This moment, right now, was all for Andrea.