What she wouldn’t give to have those heels right now, before she went out and modeled for him again. They’d definitely be sexier than the flip-flops she was wearing.
Samantha had never been much of a shopper. In fact, she avoided places like this as much as she could. Reminded her too much of things best forgotten. Not to mention the fact that most of her clients were non-profit organizations or people who couldn’t afford other legal means. Oh, she took enough high paying gigs to pay her bills, and there was always the trust fund her grandfather had left her, but it was inappropriate to walk into a woman’s shelter wearing Armani.
She frowned into the mirror. Was Caleb serious about buying her a dress? In her experience, a man didn’t buy a woman something so personal unless they wanted something. Since she’d already fucked him nine ways to Sunday, she couldn’t imagine what was left for him to want. She wouldn’t allow him to pay for her outfit, so it didn’t matter anyway.
“What do you think of this one?” She faked a runway walk out of the dressing room, hoping she didn’t look like a complete idiot.
Caleb’s gaze darkened. He shifted in the straight back chair that looked far too delicate under all those muscles. “Come closer. Let me see you.”
Samantha laughed as he stood. He took her hand and turned her under his arm.
“Mmm, mmm.” He whistled. “That dress could make a man jealous of fabric.”
“You? Jealous?” Samantha shuddered at the desire in his eyes. He looked her over as if he owned every inch of her. Instead of being angry at his possessive look, she felt powerful, strong. No man would ever own her, but she was starting to think belonging to Caleb wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Even if it was temporary.
She swept a hand over her belly and looked at him through her lashes. “Is this what you had in mind?”
Caleb sank back into the chair and urged her between his knees. “We’re gettin’ close, sugar. There’re a few things I need to check first. Turn around.”
Her breath hitched as the heat from his hands surrounded her hips. If he leaned forward, he could rub his face between her breasts. The way he eyed her, she knew he was thinking the same thing.
She glanced around, hoping they didn’t have an audience. She’d done a lot of things in her life, but sex in public wasn’t on her bucket list. Still, her body warmed at the idea of Caleb’s hands on her, inside her. He’d yet to do anything inappropriate, damn him, but she still felt naked under his gaze, as if he knew all her secrets.
She turned slowly and straightened her back, waiting to see what he did next. A gentle touch along her spine caused her to shiver. Her nipples hardened to tight peaks. As one hand trailed down her back, the other trailed up the side of her thigh.
“Your skin feels like velvet. So soft, I can’t help myself.”
She was barely aware of the hand squeezing her hip, focusing instead on the hand that eased under the hem of the dress, teasing the back of her thigh. She stopped breathing all together when he reached the curve of her ass; her eyes drifted closed as he traced the rounded edge.
“Open your eyes, Samantha. Look how beautiful you are.”
Lost in the seduction of his touch, his voice, Samantha opened her eyes to see her reflection in the mirror. Her complexion carried a slight blush, not from embarrassment, but from arousal. A stray auburn curl tumbled into her eyes as she tilted her head and wondered what it would be like to see herself through Caleb’s eyes.
Did he see beyond the surface? Was she just the woman he was currently sleeping with, or did he see more than that?
Questions hell bent on driving her crazy.
“I think I like this dress, sugar,” he murmured.
Her knees wobbled as he trailed a finger over her silk covered pussy. There was no hiding how wet she was. Not with his fingers pressing against her most intimate flesh. He traced the outer edge of her panties, teasing her with the idea that he could slip inside at any moment and no one would be the wiser.
“Oh yeah, I definitely like this dress.” He pulled his hand away so abruptly, Samantha snapped her head around, searching for signs he’d been caught caressing her. They remained alone. “The question is, do you like it?”
She turned back around, resisting the urge to straddle his lap. “It has its advantages, but I’m suddenly thinking I owe you a surprise.”
He grinned. “How’s that?”
Samantha was taken by how easily he smiled around her now. “You are surprising me with a night out … where, exactly?”
He shook his head. “Nice try.”
“Right. So, I’m not going to tell you which dress I’m going to buy. And wipe that scowl off your face right now, Caleb Martin. You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you pay for it. Or the shoes.”