Page 32 of Midnight of Ashes
He arched a brow. “Interesting. Looks like I already am.”
“Sharee is out there,” I hissed.
A bell jingled, and I heard Sharee greeting another customer.
“Knox!”
He simply leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “Yes?”
“Are all dragons this stubborn?”
His lips twitched. “Not sure if that’s a genetic trait or not.”
“I think it is,” I groused as I tugged my sweater and shirt over my head and tossed it at him.
He laughed as it smacked him in the face.
I shimmied out of my jeans and hurried to slip into the dress before Knox could really get us into trouble. The fabric felt like heaven against my skin. Like the softest glove. I pulled it up and over my shoulders. Reaching behind me, I tried to zip it?—
“Let me.” Knox’s voice was deeper as he stepped behind me.
Goose bumps rose on my arms as he swept my hair out of the way. Painfully slowly, he zipped me into the garment. Then his eyes met mine in the mirror.
It was as if I saw myself through his gaze before I even took in my own reflection. I saw the heat, the lust, the reverence. Pulling my focus away from Knox, I took myself in.
My lips parted on a whispered inhale. The dress was perfect. It hugged my curves with a ruched pattern to the fabric. The skirt hit at my knees, and the neckline only gave the smallest peek at the swells of my cleavage, but the material hinted at everything below. It made me feel sexy and powerful, but someone to be respected, too.
“I feel beautiful,” I whispered.
Knox’s eyes blazed as he bent to kiss my neck. “Most stunning creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. It was made for you.”
“It’s too much?—”
“No. It’s just enough.”
Knox’s fingers came back to the zipper, and they slid it down.
He knelt.
“Step out.” His voice was gruff, coated in sandpaper.
I did as he asked.
Knox laid the dress carefully on a tufted ottoman and gazed up at me. “I need to taste you.”
Wetness pooled between my thighs.
Knox’s eyes flared, and he groaned. “You smell like heaven.”
“You can smell that?”
He grinned. “Heightened senses, remember?”
I cursed.
Knox’s hands came to my hips. “Still.”
I couldn’t help but obey.
