In the changing room she locked the door and stroked the red dress. They’d work their way up to that one. She started with a white slip with lace panels at the sides.
Connor sat on a stool in the central dressing room area, elbows resting on denim-clad knees, playing the bored boyfriend part perfectly. She stepped out of the room and stood in front of the mirrored wall. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. His white T-shirt tightened over his shoulders.
“What do you think?”
She turned and glanced back at him over her shoulder. He lowered his chin. His gaze devoured her from the ankles up, leaving a path of heat on her skin as it moved over her. He cleared his throat but shot a look at the shop assistant moving through the nearby aisle.
“I think you should change.”
She turned and placed her hand on her hip. “Too much side-boob?”
He plucked a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and pushed them over his eyes, instantly slipping into invisible bodyguard mode.
Bastard. She’d sort that out.
“Too sunny in here for you, Connor?”
He didn’t as much as twitch. “Go change.”
Oh he could try to play it cool but she was onto him. She sashayed back into the stall and shut the door then covered her mouth to stop giggles from flooding the dressing room.
Score one—white dress. The next gown would take the game. She stripped and stepped into the red number she’d chosen and adjusted the straps. Yeah he was about to eat from her palm. The sweetheart neckline plunged between her full cleavage, presenting her breasts as if they were held out in glittering hands. A small zipper ran from the underside of her rear to the small of her back but she left it undone.
Charlize opened the door and leaned out just enough to give him a good look at her princess-sparkle boobs. Connor stood, shoulders back, one hand holding the wrist of his other arm, almost blowing his boyfriend cover with his bodyguard form.
“Hey, baby, give us a hand with the zipper?” Her lips quivered, quirking to the side.
He stayed stock-still for a moment then moved toward her. Charlize backed into the stall then faced the wall and gave him her back. The door closed and the lock clicked. His shoulder brushed her exposed back as he turned behind her. Her pulse jumped against her collarbone.
His hands settled on her waist and he guided her forward until her breasts grazed the wall. Her nipples tightened against the soft lining of the dress. Her breaths deepened as she waited for him to move again. He shifted and took hold of the sides of the dress. The gaping fabric at her hips slid closed with the buzz of the zipper.
She sighed and the tension in her belly ebbed a little. So much for hoping for a big reaction. She started to turn but his hands went back to her waist and held her in place. He pressed the length of his body against her.
“I know what you’ve been up to, kitten.”
His hands fisted in her dress and he yanked it up from the front, gathering it at the waist. Her heart went from a flutter to heavy thudding.
“Now you’re in trouble because I’m going to fuck you in this dress.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Hold up your skirt,” he growled into her ear.
Her fingers shook but she moved them to his and took up the folds of fabric.
Connor ran one hand over her stomach and grabbed the neckline. He tugged down and her breasts tumbled out. Her hands fisted in the skirt and she wobbled on her high heels. He palmed her breasts, moving from one to the other, squeezing and rubbing. Her core throbbed.
“You know don’t you? What these tits do to me…?” he breathed. His other hand moved to the top of her panties and pushed its way inside. His thick finger slid between her folds, brushing over her aching clit to thrust deeply inside her. He plucked her nipple and her whole body quivered. “You’re so fucking wet for me. It turned you on, didn’t it? Teasing me?”
He rocked his hand against her pussy. His palm butted against her clit as his finger moved inside her tight walls. Pleasure hummed through her nerves.
“You’re going to be sorry for that—you don’t even know what teasing is.”
He pushed another finger into her, stretching her deliciously.
She groaned.
His other hand moved from her breast and wrapped around her neck, drawing her head back against his shoulder.
“You’re going to be quiet. No one hears your sexy sounds but me. You’re going to need to remember that.”
He withdrew from her and pushed down her panties. She bunched the skirt to keep from dropping it. His palm stroked over her arched throat.
“Are you on the pill, baby?”
“Yes.”
His breath rushed against her cheek. “I don’t have a condom to protect you but I’m clean and I will keep you safe. Just give me permission to take you bareback.”