Page 267 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
“Yeah,” she says. “I just…”
She hesitates. I slow slightly, turning toward her.
“What is it?”
Her eyes flick down over her own body. The dress. The way the silk moves when she shifts.
“It’s the dress,” she admits quietly.
I raise a brow slightly.
“The dress?”
She nods, her lips pressing together briefly before they curve just a little.
“Every time it moves… I keep thinking about when I bought it.”
Something in my chest shifts.
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice lower now.
She glances up at me.
“There was a change room,” she says, almost under her breath. “And Jackson decided that waiting wasn’t really his thing.”
I huff a quiet breath, something amused and something darker threading through it as I look her over again. Really look this time. The way the dress fits her. The way it clings. The way it moves with her body.
“I see,” I murmur.
My gaze lingers. Slower now. More deliberate.
“I suppose that means Elijah and I have something to make up for,” I add, my voice softer, edged with something more intentional.
Her lips part slightly.
“Maybe,” she says.
I step closer.
My free hand lifts, cupping her cheek gently, my thumb brushing along her skin in a slow, grounding stroke before I lean in and kiss her.
Soft at first.
Measured. Just enough to feel her. But she doesn’t stay soft.
She leans into me immediately, her fingers tightening in my shirt, pulling me closer, her mouth opening under mine in a way that shifts the entire moment.
Heat.
Immediate.
Her breath catches against my lips.
“You look…” she whispers, her voice low, threaded with something that makes my body react instantly. “You look really good in this suit.”
I huff a quiet breath against her mouth.
“Do I?”
