These thoughts were making him hard again. Not that he needed any help in that department with her around. From the moment he’d seen her looking so sad and lonely out on the pier, she affected him.
She wasn’t classically beautiful but with long dark hair and a curvy figure she worked with what she had, and he really liked that. Her dark eyes were shockingly expressive. So much so that he got the impression that with her what you see is what you get.
Actually, the more he thought about it the more he couldn’t point to any one thing that made her stand out. It was the whole package. Strong features she embraced, emotions she couldn’t quite keep in check at all times and the general gut reaction he got when around her.
After a quick elevator ride and a short walk down a corridor, he used his key to let them in his room. When he closed the door behind them he caught sight of a quick shiver down her spine.
“You okay?” The room wasn’t fancy, but it wasn’t a dump either. It looked clean and modern with a fair amount of amenities. Such as the rooftop pool. His body tightened. Thank God for the rooftop.
She turned and smiled at him. “I’m good.”
“What’s the status of that dress? You planning to save it.”
She looked down at the yards of fabric that hid her from him. “God no. Thinking a nice ritual burning would be good.”
“Perfect.” He bent down and pulled a knife from his boot and flicked it open.
“Whoa.” She took several steps back with her hands held out in front of her, her eyes gone wide.
“Relax, Princess. It’s for the dress.”
“I could just unzip it.”
He smiled down at her. “Now what fun would that be?”
Houston grabbed her arm and flipped her around. “Hold still.” That was the only warning she got before he sliced her dress down the back. The gown fell away and the sight he was left with left him speechless.
She had warned him that she had a bustier underneath but he hadn’t been able to picture it until now. Peek a boo, his ass. That top was completely see through. He attempted to pull himself together and put his tongue back in his mouth. A little hard with the image of her tiny waist highlighted by white lace and half of a perfectly generous ass staring him in the face.
“Turn around.”
She moved slowly. Not in a seductive ‘I’m a stripper looking for a big tip’ way, but a shy, unsure way. So damned cute.
“Jesus.” When she finally faced him he wanted to drop to his knees and thank fuck he found her on that pier.
“What’s wrong?” She wrapped her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry.” She grabbed her dress from the floor and used it to hide from him.
“What the hell, Princess?”
“I’m sorry if you’re disappointed. Maybe if you have a T-shirt I can borrow I can cover up until I can get some new clothes.”
He didn’t understand what the she was saying. “Why the hell would I want to cover that up?” He waved his knife up and down to point out her body when he realized it looked more like he was waving a weapon at her than a tool.
“You aren’t the first person who was disappointed in how I look.”
His jaw hardened the minute the words were out of her mouth. “I think you’ve mistaken my reaction, babe. What I saw was so fucking hot I needed a moment to recover.”
This time her mouth dropped open.
He dropped the knife onto the nightstand and stalked closer to her. “Look at my dick.” He grabbed his shit through his jeans. “You think I get this hard if I don’t like what I see?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted until their gazes met. “I just had you and already I’m dying for you again. That don’t happen with just anyone. You are hot and anyone who disagrees with me is a fucking idiot.”
This close he watched her eyes dilate as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’m already thinking of at least fifty ways I’d like to fuck you. The desk, the shower, the bed, your ass, between your tits… The list goes on. Any of that sound good to you or do you still want to borrow a shirt?”
She shook her head.
“That’s better. Now that we got that settled you gotta make yourself at home for a few minutes. I gotta go out.”
“Go out?”
His voice softened. “Yeah, babe. If we’re going to get started on those fifty different ways to fuck, I’m going to need some condoms. I only had the one in my wallet.”
“Ohhh.” Her mouth formed a perfect little O and it took a tremendous amount of restraint on his part not to push his dick through it.