“You can use anything I have,” I say. She opens the door enough to smile at me. Her hair is wrapped in a towel and her face is free of makeup. I have to say, she’s just as hot like this as she was a minute ago.
The door clicks closed behind her. I can hear the hair dryer and I imagine her getting primped. I smile. It’s a foreign feeling and my cheeks are aching from it. But it feels good. It feels really good. I rub my hand across my scruffy cheeks. I’m not going to have time to shave. I don’t think she’ll care.
The door opens and she steps out. She walks out slowly, like she’s unaware that she’s rocking my f**king world. She was beautiful before, but good God – now she takes my breath. She’s wearing a slinky dress that drapes her curves. It dips low between her br**sts with a loop of fabric. It has a slim belt that skirts her hips, right where my hands want to be. I clench my fists and force myself to stay put.
Her dress falls just past her knees and her legs are bare and they go on forever and a f**king day. “Oh, my god,” I breathe. I sound like a teenage girl.
“Do I look all right?” she asks.
I hold my finger up and make a spin with it, because I want to see all of her. She slowly spins, looking at me from over her shoulder, biting her lower lip. Her back is bare too, and her dress drapes open to just above her bottom. “Yeah,” I say. I gulp. “You look all right.”
I can’t put two words together right now.
She turns her back to me. “Tell me the truth,” she says. “Can you tell I’m not wearing panties?”
Fuck me.
Faith
I feel stupid, until his jaw falls open and he can’t utter a sound. Then I feel beautiful. And powerful. And utterly wanted.
“Well,” he starts. He stops to gulp. “I didn’t know until you told me. But now it’s all I’ll be able to f**king think about.” His gaze doesn’t leave my ass as he licks his lips. I turn back around to face him and point to his mouth.
“You have a little drool right there,” I say.
He reaches up and swipes a hand below his mouth. “I do not,” he says, looking at the back of his hand. “I might in a second, though.” He does that spinny thing with his hand again. “Spin around one more time?” he coaxes, but he’s grinning and there’s devilry in his eyes.
I turn very, very slowly and he lets out a groan.
“Seriously,” I say. “Do I look all right for the theater?”
“Well, I was kind of hoping you were going to wear the mismatched socks.”
Heat creeps up my face. “They wouldn’t match my shoes,” I say. I sit down on the edge of the bed and put my shoes on, buckling the thin straps around my ankles. They make me about three inches taller, which means I will now come up to his nose.
“So…” he says. Then he stops and shakes his head.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says. But he’s grinning.
I tilt my head at him. He’s happy. “Don’t say nothing. Ask me.”
“So,” he says again. Then he grins widely, even wider than before. “Why aren’t you wearing panties, again?”
I am thoroughly enjoying this. I turn around and show him my rear end. “The dress is so sheer that I get a panty line with them on.” I shrug. “And the bra is obvious.”
He swallows hard and his dark eyes get even darker. “You’re not wearing a bra either,” he says. It’s not a question. His eyes linger around my chest.
I point over my shoulder. “Backless dress, remember?” I ask. “Are you all right?” I ask.
He sits down on the couch and stuffs a pillow into his lap, and then scrubs a hand down his face. He lays his head back and growls.
“Oh,” I say. I finally get it. “Oh,” I say a little louder, because a light bulb just went off in my head. “You’re ah… having some… um… lust issues.”
His head jerks up and he looks me in the eye. “I’m having some there’s a beautiful woman with a naked snatch right in front of me issues.”
I have to turn away from that one, because my face is probably completely red. “Wow,” I breathe.
He’s behind me in less than two seconds. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to be crude. But you got me so turned on that I don’t know what to do with myself.” His voice grows quiet. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything, Faith, and I’m a little bit terrified.”
“You feeling things now?” I ask. I can’t bite back my grin.
He steps closer and I feel the hard press of his manhood against my bottom. “Yep,” he says. His hands trace my rear end where my underwear line would be.
I draw in a breath, because I’m about to pass out. “God,” I breathe.
“Nope,” he says. “Just Daniel.” He pushes my hair to the side and his lips touch the nape of my neck. I have to reach for the back of the chair beside me to stay on my feet.
“Hey, Daniel,” I say quietly. He turns me to face him, and I can feel every inch of him against my belly.
“What?” he breathes back.
“Next time you’re alone with a woman in a romantic situation, don’t call her girly bits a naked snatch, okay?” I snort out a laugh. I can’t help it.
He steps back and swipes a hand down his face. “Why can’t I call it what it is?” he asks, but he’s teasing me. He’s grinning so widely that I can see every tooth in his head. Damn, but he has a pretty smile. He takes my breath away.