The Charmer (Harbor City 2)

“Here,” she said, turning and strutting on wobbly ankles over to him. “Let me show you what I mean.”

Determined not to lose her courage, she jutted her chin a little higher and stood in front of him, arms held out in dance position. After a second’s hesitation, he joined her, one hand on her hip and the other holding her hand close to his chest. Oxygen became something she didn’t need anymore, which was a good thing because the moment she looked up at his handsome face set in hard, rigid lines so unlike the charmer she met or the real man she’d fallen for, she couldn’t breathe. The air crackled around them with possibilities, all she had to do was get Hudson to realize the same thing she had—that plans sometimes needed to change and that even goal-oriented to-do lists had to be updated.

She took a tiny step forward, and his hand slid across the bare expanse of her lower back, and he sucked in a hard breath and closed his eyes. If she were a more lacking observer, she’d have wondered if the twist to his lips meant he was in heaven or hell. Truth be told, she had one foot in both right now.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” And awful and not nearly enough?

He mumbled something under his breath as he feathered the tips of his fingers lower until they rested just underneath the dress. With the piped-in instrumental music to guide their steps, he pulled her closer until they touched from thigh to her cheek. There was no missing the hard length of him pressed against her belly. One step. Two steps. They moved together, saying everything without uttering a word.

He dipped his head lower. “What color, Matches?”

She didn’t have to ask of what as she tried her best not to strip him naked right here. “I don’t know that I should tell.”

His hand went lower, one finger curling around the band of her thong. “There are other ways I could find out.”

“We’re in the middle of the personal shopper level in a department store.” Which was just her damn luck.

He tugged on her lace thong, enough to make the material tight against her clit without offering any relief. “There are dressing rooms.”

“Another lesson?” she asked with a flirty smile.

Hudson’s jaw tensed, and he took a step back abruptly. “This is good for your date with Tyler, but what else did you pick out?”

Since screaming in frustration wasn’t an option for adults—though really, somedays it should be—she gave him a wink and made her way back to the dressing room. The other option Jacqui talked her into was a crystal-blue dress with satin finished sequins, a plunging V-neck, and a tight fit. It was so not a dress Felicia would have ever normally pick out, but what had she just got done telling herself? Every once in a while, you had to change your patterns and try something new.

She stared at herself in the mirror as she did the bend and twist and pretzel yourself to get the back zipper up. Once that was done, she patted her hair back in place and reminded herself that she had three objectives in this part of the experiment: flirt, tease, seduce. Hudson wasn’t going to know what hit him.

When she strolled out of the dressing room, Hudson wasn’t on his phone. Gone was the predatory gleam in his eye and the gotta-have-you-now possessiveness. Instead, he’d retreated back into being the charmer, with his relaxed smile and lazy posture.

“Wow,” he said, his voice just rough enough to give her hope.

She did a slow spin. “That’s just the reaction I’m hoping for.”

“From Tyler,” he said, his tone neutral.

Fucking A. And people said she was the one who couldn’t let go of something once she’d set her mind to it. It was enough to make her do something…the idea popped fully formed into her head. A quick glance around the showroom confirmed that Jacqui was helping an older woman whose look screamed rich-lady-who-lunches. Before she could rethink what had the potential to be a very bad life choice, unless it paid off like she was hoping.

“Can you come back to the dressing room with me?” she asked, not even bothering to sound like she didn’t have an ulterior motive. “This zipper is a killer.”

There went one corner of his mouth into a sexy half smile. “I never leave a lady in distress.”

God, she was hoping not. They walked back to the luxe dressing room as if it were totally normal for both of them to go back there. Once inside the large space, she walked closer to the mirror so he had to step inside the doorway. She lifted her hair and glanced back over her shoulder. He was going to lose a molar or two if he kept clenching his jaw so tight.

“Thanks again for this,” she said, fire sizzling along her skin the moment he reached for her.

The zipper started high between her shoulder blades and went down to the very base of her spine. He inched it down. Slow. Tormenting her with his absolute silence as he did. Watching him in the mirror was even worse than closing her eyes because she could see the hunger etched into every line on his face. It was the same look he had the first time he told her he was going to taste every inch of her, the one he had before he sank his dick into her, the same one he had when she wrapped her fingers around him and licked his swollen crown. By the time he got the dress unzipped in the here and now, her thong was soaked.

He traced a finger across the upper swell of her ass, setting off a riot of sensations that made her core clench. “Black lace,” he said with a strained groan.

“They’re new.” Her breath caught when his finger tip glided down the center piece that slipped between her ass cheeks. “You’ve gotta see the matching bra.”

It took only a little shimmy for the dress to slide down her arms and over her hips to puddle around her heels. The whole time she watched him in the mirror. His gaze traveled down the reflection of her body as his hands stayed locked in place, one at her hip and the other curled around her thong. She took the hand at her hip and lifted it to her breast, leaning back against him as he pinched her hard nipple through the lace of her bra and rolled it to an e

ven stiffer peak. It was so fucking hot to be here in the dressing room in her underwear and heels watching as Hudson, still fully dressed, toyed with her body with deliberate, controlling motions. His hard cock pressed against her back. At that moment, all she wanted in the world was to sink down to her knees and suck him deep into her mouth.

“I’m thinking,” she said, turning in his arms. “I really need a lesson in hot dressing room sex.”

God did she ever. She was on the verge of coming and he’d barely touched her.