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The doorbell rang just as I managed to pull my dress halfway up my body. I shuffled to the front door, clutching the bodice to my chest. “I’m coming!”
I swung open the door, trying not to sweat off the makeup I’d so meticulously applied. He stood under the light of the front stoop in a dark suit, crisp shirt, and a hefty bouquet of flowers.
“Wow,” he said after a satisfying beat. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I took the flowers from him, breathed them in, and smiled at him over the petals grazing my chin. “I’d kiss you, but I just applied my lipstick.”
He chuckled and stepped through the threshold, his baritone filling the foyer along with his body, which felt suddenly larger in the confined space we now shared. I resisted the urge to stop back as he came within elbow’s length of me. His shoulders relaxed and his lashes fell, his gaze taking me in a second time as he tilted his head. “What a conundrum.”
I always felt lightheaded whenever he came this close. It was my turn to be stunned for a moment. He smelled good – whatever it was, his soap or cologne or aftershave. It almost made me want to throw all the effort I’d just spent on this flawless cat eye right out the window. Almost.
I turned around to gather my composure. “Mind zipping me up?”
My breath shuddered as he took his sweet time putting his hands on me. When he finally touched me, I stifled my gasp but jumped a little, his touch like a live wire straight to my nerves. He made no sound but he must have noticed, the air hanging so still around us. I could somehow feel his smirk even if I couldn’t see it.
The tips of his fingers glided down my shoulder to the center of my back. I sucked in a breath as sparks of featherlight sensation trailed down my spine until he reached the zipper.
I was actually disappointed that he did as I asked and zipped me up rather than ripping off my clothes, shoving me against the wall, and making quick work of my impeccable updo – all of which would’ve been completely inappropriate. Instead, he gently kissed the slope of my neck, his lips soft and his breath blowing hot against my skin. This time I did gasp. The restraint behind his gesture made it all the more intimate, a potent promise of what was to come.
“Thank you.” I strode ahead, putting distance between us so that he couldn’t sense my blush, my cheeks too hot for even my foundation to mask. “I’m almost ready. I’ll be right there.”
His footsteps echoed in the hall behind me with sharp authority. Something about a man all buttoned up made me want to unwrap him in all the best ways. I stalled as I slipped into the kitchen. “Would you like a sip of water? A snack to get the night started?”
His cool silhouette leaned against the doorframe with one ankle crossed over the other. He tipped his head as he watched me flutter about. “Do you count?”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help my grin. “This snack is currently packaged for display purposes only.”
He raised his hands in mock surrender. “So I’ve been told.”
I resisted the urge to babble nervously, despite wanting to fill the silence with something, anything but how my body practically vibrated when he came near. I went around the kitchen island and dipped into the bedroom to grab earrings and a necklace that plunged into my amped-up cleavage, feeling ridiculously like I was fleeing a chase.
“So what would happen if I kissed you right now?” he called from the kitchen.
The next time I crossed the threshold to the hall, he stepped into my path. I bumped into his chest. He ran his hands up my arms to lace his fingers with mine.
“You know you can’t avoid me all night. I believe you are my date.”
I slipped my arms over his shoulders. “You should learn not to underestimate me.”
He gripped the crease of my ass with both hands and pulled me against him. “Who’s underestimating who now?”
I tried to resist the smile tugging at my lips. “To answer your questions, if you were to kiss me now, well, that would just ruin everything.”
He ducked his head close to mine. “Everything, huh?”
“For one, you’d smear my lipstick all over my foundation. And then I’d have to wipe it off and build it all back up, top it off with some powder, plus the contouring…”
“Dear lord, that does sound disastrous.”
I giggled and dodged the swoop of his lips, which trailed instead along my jawline and down the curve of my neck.
“Now what did I say about avoiding me?” he murmured.
I shuddered at the low rumble of his voice. The truth was that I wanted him to consume all of me, ravish me utterly. But the gala meant that we wouldn’t get that chance for hours. I nearly groaned at the heroic effort it took to overrule the desire clamoring between my legs.
“We’re late,” I insisted, recommitting to our original path and wriggling out of his grasp.
This time he stood back. “You are a slippery one, I’ll give you that.”
I spritzed on my perfume and grabbed my coat, ignoring how close I got to giving in and throwing our plans out the window. “Let’s go.”
The air outside was damp and heavy, stifling the sound of my heels on the driveway. “Was there rain on the forecast?” I mused.
He strode around me to open the passenger door. “You know how these summer storms come and go.” His fingers trailed along my lower back as I passed him by and took my seat…
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