Page 18 of The Hook Up
“Well, without taking my dress off, I can’t quite get to my bra clasp to hook something on it. Besides, I’m not sure my arms will even bend like that.”
“Of course, you’re right.” He needed water, either to drink or to dump over his head. Maybe both. “Okay, let me think for a second.”
There was no zipper up the back, so maybe it just pulled on? “Um, does this thing have a zipper?”
“Yes, it’s up the side. Want me to undo it?”
Oh, God.
She gave an embarrassed little smile and touched his arm, sending electric currents pulsing all the way to his groin.
“It’s fine, Ty,” she said. “I think modesty is sort of a moot point by now, don’t you?”
Before he could say anything, she was reaching under her right arm and tugging the zipper down. Sheer, cream- colored lace appeared where the pale blue fabric parted, and Ty caught a glimpse of smooth satin that curved over her breast. He started to glance away then realized there was no possible way to do this without looking.
“There,” she said. “Is that enough, or should I go more?”
“I think that’ll do it.” His voice came out like a croak, and he wanted to punch himself in the face. Instead, he stepped closer and took the mic pack from her, grateful his hands seemed steady. He hesitated then reached for the opening in her dress.
“Oh, good—your hands aren’t cold.” She turned and grinned at him.
“Cold? It’s like three million degrees in here.”
“Really? I’m kind of chilly.”
Ty didn’t mean to let his gaze drop to the front of her dress, but oh-sweet-lord, she was definitely cold. He glanced away fast.
“Would you mind if I tugged this zipper down just another inch or so?”
“Go right ahead,” she said. “Here, I can help?—”
She turned to reach under her arm, and the movement pushed her breast right into the back of his hand.Soft.So fucking soft Ty could scarcely breathe, but he ordered himself to stay conscious as she inched the zipper down farther.
“There,” she said. “Let me know if you need more.”
Oh, he needed more, that was for damn sure.God.
The fact that she was sexy as hell hurt bad enough. But her sweetness, her charm, her openness about sexuality—how did all those mismatched things fit so perfectly into one beautiful package?
Ty swallowed and tried to gain control of himself. “Okay, I’m just going to reach into the back of your dress,” he said. “Let me know if I pinch you or anything.”
“You’re doing great.”
Nowshewas reassuringhim? Some professional he was.
Ty slid his hand around her back, his fingers grazing the narrow ridge of her shoulder blade as he skimmed over her bra strap and found the clasp in the center of her spine. Her skin felt unbearably soft, and so warm. He hoped to God his fingers still worked as he fumbled the mic clip open and hooked it to the bra.
“There!” he announced a little too enthusiastically. “Okay, I’m going to leave the rest to you.” He drew his hand out of her dress, taking the wire and the mic with it. He handed both to her. “You can either thread this around the side under your…um…”
“Breast?”
“Right. Or you can go over your shoulder. I think going under would be less restrictive to your movement, but it’s up to you.”
“I’ve got this,” she said.
Before Ty averted his gaze, she’d pulled her dress open farther, exposing the side of her breast. It was cupped in lace and satin and quite possibly the most beautiful body part Ty had ever seen in his life.
And that is not an exaggeration.
