Dirty Deeds (Irresistible 3)

I let myself smile. “And you know this because?”

“Because tracking that man’s relationship status is just a thing we do in this town every summer,” Rose laughed almost sheepishly. Then she wiggled her eyebrows at me. “At least it was until now.”

“Huh. I see,” I murmured, grinning into my flute of champagne as I took a drink.

I tried not to let her words sway me too much, but as I sipped and shopped on, I couldn’t help but feel like I was walking on a cloud. I’d already been on a high with Emmett these days, but now Rose had me feeling like I’d landed East Hampton’s most eligible bachelor. I didn’t even care that he wound up spending such an unexpectedly long time on the phone. For starters, the call sounded important and honestly, it didn’t matter since I heard him come over to the dressing room the second he hung up.

“Baby. Did you find anything you like?” he asked.

I grinned at him calling me “baby” in public. Definitely a first. I wasn’t even fully dressed, but I didn’t care. We’d spent all of ten minutes apart but I already missed his face, so once I slipped into some strappy heels, I swung open the door.

“Whoa.” Emmett’s eyebrows ascended at the pinkish-gold dress stretched over my body, zipped only a third of the way in the back. “That’s...” Emmett nodded as he simply stood there for a second. He looked almost lost as he dragged a hand across his jaw, staring unblinkingly at me. “Yeah. That’s the one,” he finally said, ripping his gaze off my front to look at me. “Right?”

I giggled at his ridiculously adorable reaction.

“I think so. I just need to make sure it fits. Will you zip the back for me?” I asked, gathering my hair and turning around.

I smirked at Emmett through the reflection of the mirror, watching him drift into the fitting room and lock his heavy stare on my backside.

“It’s actually painful how fucking beautiful you are,” he muttered, cupping my waist and running his hands down the curve of my hips before sucking in a deep breath to focus on my zipper.

“Why does it look like zipping me up takes every ounce of your strength?” I teased.

“Because that’s exactly what it does when all I ever want is you naked.”

Oh. My eyes fluttered. Well then, I thought, biting back a little grin as Emmett finally started helping me with my dress. Holding my hair off my neck, I watched him through the mirror. His eyebrows were pulled tight by the sexiest frown I’d ever seen in my life, and his head was tilted just so, his eyes drifting up my naked back as he slowly zipped me up.

When he was done, he stepped back so that we could both gaze at my reflection.

“I love it,” I murmured. And I meant it, despite the fact that the dress felt entirely too tight on me. But since it was my size, and since it zipped easily on me, I had a feeling the sensation was mostly to do with the fact that Emmett looked ready to rip the thing off my body.

I wasn’t remotely surprised when he broke the silence by asking if I needed him to unzip me.

A slow smile spread my lips as I peered over my shoulder.

“Sure,” I said warily, half-expecting Emmett to yank the dress off my body as soon as he touched me.

But instead, Emmett simply tipped my chin up, closing his mouth over mine and kissing me sweetly as he pulled the zipper down on my dress. I let my eyes fall shut as he teased me, his tongue flicking so softly, so leisurely against mine that when he finally gave me a full lick, I felt an instant rush of wetness. As if sensing it, Emmett kissed me harder, crushing his lips against mine and greedily tasting every corner of my mouth.

Silly me, I thought when I heard him kick the door shut.

I’d really thought that Emmett would kiss me and leave it at that. I’d somehow forgotten that we were both physically incapable of keeping our hands off of each other, no matter where the hell we were. Honestly, it was a mystery that I’d ever gone twelve years without seeing this man, because now I needed him and his body like I needed water and air.

“Emmett…” I whispered, pulling away from his kiss when I felt a gust of cold air hit the backs of my legs. It took a moment for me to realize that he’d gathered up my long skirt, holding it scrunched in his hands. I held my breath for the moment he lifted it to find that I wasn’t wearing panties.

Bracing myself with my hands on the mirror, I gazed into the reflection, just waiting for him to notice. When I caught Emmett’s eyebrow cock up, I bit my lip.

“Christ,” he muttered, taking a moment to gather himself. “Is this becoming a habit?” he asked, his voice thick with lust as he reached between my thighs and parted my pussy.

“I took them off,” I explained, breathing out hard as he dipped his fingers into my wetness. “I di

dn’t want panty lines.”

“Mm-hm.”

He wasn’t listening anymore. That much was evident as he tilted his head, watching himself as he pumped his fingers slowly inside me. My fingers curled on the cold mirror, my stomach tightening as I imagined the salesgirl knocking at any second.

“You’re so wet you’re dripping down your thighs,” Emmett murmured, so aroused he sounded angry.