One Perfect Touch (Very Irresistible Bachelors 3)

“Enjoying the show?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. You get almost full points.”

“Almost?” he looked stunned.

“Yeah... next time, you should move even slower. Then I can absorb every detail better.”

He barked out a laugh. “I can’t believe you’re giving me pointers.”

I shrugged one shoulder, yawning.

“Your turn,” Rob said. His voice was deliciously low and thick. “Go very, very slow.”

Ah, I’d walked right into that, hmm? Rob sat at the edge of the bed, and I felt his gaze on me as I headed to the dresser, where I’d put my clothes last night.

I put on my bra, avoiding eye contact at any cost or I might end up bursting into flames. And then I just tugged the dress over me, putting yesterday’s panties in my purse.

“What are you doing?” Rob asked.

“I don’t have spare panties, so it’s commando for me today.”

“No way are you going out on the street like that.”

That bossy mouth. I loved it so much. Except when he was being unreasonable. I mean, it was hot, but....

He rose from the bed, walking straight to me. Holy hell, he looked even hotter than usual when he was on a mission like this.

“Skye. Panties. On.” He emphasized every word.

I rolled my shoulders back, looking him straight in the eyes. “Rob. You don’t get to boss me into this.”

“What if the wind blows or something?”

“The dress is long enough. No one will see a thing.”

“I’m going to go crazy knowing you’re completely bare under that dress.”

“That’s your problem,” I teased.

He grinned devilishly. “Want me to make it yours?”

“What?”

Before I realized what he was up to, he slid one hand under my dress, drawing his fingers up my inner thigh, farther and farther up, until he almost touched me intimately. He didn’t though. Just teased me until I couldn’t take it anymore. Swatting his hand away, I rolled my shoulders again, pulling myself together. He cocked a brow. I flashed him a sassy smile, proud that I’d successfully resisted his charm. Okay, so judging by how turned on I was, I’d been only semi-successful, but no need for him to know that.

“When do you have to be at the restaurant?” I asked.

“Should’ve been there ten minutes ago.”

“You’re joking.”

“Not at all. It’s an intense week.”

“Let’s hurry, then.”

“Nah, I can be another hour or so late. Let’s just take a short walk before I have to head over there.”

“Mr. Dumont... I’m a bad influence on you.”