“Come on, Jack,” she said tightly.
She let go of the back of her dress. Both hands held up the front. The back gaped open revealing creamy satin skin from her neck to the curve of her behind. With tingling fingers, he tugged at the zip. The lace began to tear.
“If I pull this, your bra is going to shred.”
She blew her hair out of her face again. Jack had to wonder at the value of a haircut you couldn’t keep out of your eyes.
“We don’t have a choice,” she said. Their eyes met in the mirror and someone turned up the heat in the shop. “Just get this rag off me.”
His knees actually went weak at the thought. Slowly, he reached for the zip. But her skin distracted him. Instead of doing as he was told, he ran a hand between her shoulder blades down to the curve of her behind. Her eyes went wide in the mirror.
“Jack?”
He didn’t have time to talk to her, the skin and lace in front of him had his full attention. He traced his fingers back up to her shoulder, then swept her mane of hair to one side.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was low and husky – it did strange things to his stomach.
“Evening the score,” he said as he leaned towards her.
His hand slid under her broken dress to snake around her body. His fingers splayed across her stomach. He pulled her tight against him. She sucked in a sharp breath just as his lips touched her shoulder. Something came over him and instead of kissing her gently as he had intended, he bit the muscle.
“Oh my goodness.” She gasped as her eyes fluttered shut.
He felt her go weak against him. He tightened his arm around her to hold her tight. Then he bit her again. A little groan escaped her. He smiled against her skin. He’d found a secret spot. He knew women had them. Places that drove them wild instantly. Slowly, he kissed his way down her back. Kneeling behind her, he put a hand on each hip as he ran his tongue up the dent of her spine. She began to shake, he felt the vibrations through his fingertips. Davina leaned forward to place her forehead on the cool mirror. Her eyes were closed, her lips were open and her cheeks were the colour of strawberry sorbet. Jack licked the small of her back. She shuddered. She was coming undone in his hands. It was mesmerising.
He stood, running his hands up her sides, feeling those fabulous curves beneath his fingertips.
“You still want this dress off, Davy?” he whispered in her ear.
Her breathing was fast and shallow. Her eyes were still closed. She nodded. That was all he needed. With one sharp tug, the lace on her bra ripped, the zip pulled free and the dress fell away. Only her hands kept the dress, and the bra, in place.
His hands traced down her back and round under her dress to hold her stomach. He pressed himself against her.
“Let the dress go, Davy,” he said against her ear.
She didn’t move. He could feel her heart pounding through her skin.
“Let. It. Fall.”
Her eyes fluttered open. She was thinking about it. He wanted to groan out loud. Any other woman would have told him to go to hell. Not Davina. For some reason that made his chest swell with pride. She bit her lip before opening her mouth to speak. But the voice came from outside the changing room.
“Can I help you with anything in there?”
He stilled. Davina’s eyes popped wide. She groaned – and not in a good way. Jack blinked as his surroundings came back into focus. He was in a freaking changing room. With a curtain between him and the world. Trying hard to get into the pants of the woman in his arms. The woman who was growing drugs in his basement.
“We’re fine,” Davina called. Her voice was strained. “Problem solved. Jack will be out in a second. Thanks for asking.”
She closed her eyes. When she opened them, she stared straight at him in the mirror.
“How about you let go of me so we can sort this out.”
Jack sprang away from her. He took a step back. He ran a hand over his head. Look at him. Five minutes alone with her and he’d lost his mind. Her insanity was contagious. Davina was wriggling in front of him. After several contortions she held her shredded bra out towards him, while holding the dress in place to cover herself.
“Go and get one of these,” she told him.
Yeah, like that was going to happen. Jack folded his arms. If he kept his hands wedged in tight they wouldn’t reach for her.
“The size is on it,” she was saying. “Hand it to a woman in the lingerie department and ask for one like it.”