Page 83 of Heartbreak & Cupcakes
“Oh, well, I did get it from a hanger. I had my prom dress hanging on my shower curtain rod steaming the wrinkles out and I tripped on the train and the hanger sliced my head open. I spent prom night getting four stitches in my forehead.”
A flash of a seventeen-year-old Sadie in the ER on prom night popped in my head. Everything that came out of this woman’s mouth was unexpected. And I loved that. I tried not to think about just how much I loved that.
“Turn around,” I repeated.
She nodded and did as I instructed as her teeth bit down on her lower lip. The pink flush of her cheeks darkened as she gathered her hair, so it fell over her left shoulder. I wasn’t sure if her blush was due to embarrassment or shyness, but whatever the cause, it was adorable. I liked that much more than I should have. I also liked that she obeyed my order.
When her back was facing me, I lifted my arm and brushed several stray strands of hair to the side, so they didn’t get stuck in the zipper. As my fingertips grazed the soft skin of her shoulder blades, I noticed a shiver work down her body.
I tried to ignore her body’s response to my touch. Because if I allowed myself to think about it, it would just add fuel to the already blazing fire inside of me.
My fingers gripped the top of the zipper and I slid it down slowly. With each inch revealing her bare skin, my entire body lit up with awareness.
The moment the zipper reached the base of her back, she said in a breathy voice, “Thank you.”
I knew that this was my cue to walk away. To leave. To say goodnight and go to my room.
But somehow that knowledge didn’t translate to action. My mind was telling me one thing, but my body was moving of its own accord. It was as if I was a marionette and lust was my puppet master.
My feet remained rooted in place as both of my hands slid along her shoulders pushing straps of material aside.
“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice a growl.
“Yes.” Her response was barely a whisper that I wasn’t even sure I’d heard but as I was about to ask again, she nodded her head.
When she did, my fingers continued their journey. As the material slid down her arms, her breaths grew shallower, and mine did as well.
I could see our reflection in the floor to ceiling windows that lined the hallway. Her hourglass curves were accentuated by the black lace bra and panty set she wore. As the material of her dress pooled at her ankles, my hands gripped her waist.
Her eyes met mine in the reflection as my fingers spread out on her fair skin.
A battle raged in me as our eyes locked. I knew that I was playing with fire and one of us would definitely get burned, but the pull that she had over me was too strong to fight with logic.
Desire unlike anything I’d ever experienced raged inside of me as I gripped her hips and spun her around so that she faced me.
A soft gasp escaped her as her hands reached up and flattened on my chest to steady herself.
“I want to kiss you again,” I gritted out.
She licked her lips as if she was preparing them. “Okay.”
“But not here.” My thumb brushed across her mouth then my I lowered my hand and my fingertips grazed over her lace covered nipples. “I want to kiss you here.”
“Okay.” She nodded.
My hand traveled even lower still and landed on her hip as my thumb dipped in the vee of her legs. I pressed my fingers against the lace material covering her core. “And here.”
When she didn’t respond I lifted my gaze and saw that her eyes were closed, and she was nodding her head yes.
“I want to take you to my bed, but I can’t...” I exhaled. “We can’t have sex.”
Her eyes opened and I could see the uncertainty in them even as she said, “Okay.”
“Are you always this agreeable?”
She swallowed and licked her lips, her breathing still choppy but now I was pretty sure it was because of me. “I would agree to just about anything you wanted right now.”
Her admission sent all of the blood in my body surging to my cock which was throbbing heavily. Not giving myself a moment to think about all the things I wanted to do to her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up. Her arms and legs snaked around me and I tried not to notice the sensation of her breasts pressing against my skin or the pounding of her heart against my chest.
