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He spots me in my dress from the other room, does a double-take, and then his smile surfaces.
I wink and hitch my dress up a little higher.
I can see his light laughter shaking his chest from a distance as he continues to observe me from my place on the couch. There’s something behind his beautiful brown eyes I can’t decode. I motion him forward and point to the dressing rooms. Sure, we can’t have sex yet, but making out, we can totally do that, which we doa lotof lately, and I can’t possibly wait another moment to have my lips on him after thinking about babies.
Shhh. Don’t tell him that.
I’m not sure if he’ll follow me or not, but he does and locks the door behind him. “Looking for trouble?” he asks, taking astep toward me, amusement and hunger battling for dominance in the depths of his eyes.
Raising a hand, I trace my fingertips over the pleated lines of his shoulder, the smooth fabric butter beneath my touch. “You just look too good.”
“Don’t tease me,” he growls, pressing me up against the wall. “I’m hanging on here,barely.” He touches me then, low, on the inside of my thigh below the hem line and brings his finger higher, that smoldering look in his eyes deepening. A smirk plays on his lips. “I think my dick is permanently hard around you.”
“I’m not trying to tease you, but I saw you in this tux and I couldn’t help myself.” I sink into him when he shifts his leg and positions it between my thighs. “Only a few more days, right?”
“I stopped counting.” His erection presses into my lower stomach and he stifles a laugh, looking up toward the ceiling to contain it. “It makes it worse.” Reaching out, his other hand plays with a loose curl on my shoulder. Told you the Gomez family likes my curls.
I try to remain calm despite my urge to grind into his leg. “It’s torture.”
He smirks, seeming to know what I’m thinking. “Why won’t you let me get you off?” My breath catches when I feel his hand move higher, a finger slipping between my folds, sliding back and forth. I didn’t even realize his hand was that high, or that he yanked my panties to the side.
That’s how out of it I am lately.
“Because.” I moan into his shoulder, gripping his biceps with both hands. “It’s not fair to you.”
He sucks in an audible breath, his forehead meeting my shoulder. Rolling his head to the side, his breath hits my neck. “Not fair is you denying me the pleasure of making you come.” He groans, the break in his voice leaving me weak. “You’re so tight and ready for me.”
I arch my back into him as he draws lazy circles around my swollen clit, his blunt words turning me on. Okay, I was turnedon the moment I saw him in a tux, but whatever. And then he kisses me, and I melt completely.
It takes everything I can to snap out of my pleasure-induced trance and realize we’re in a dressing room, his mom,my mom, are just outside the doors and we can’t do this here.
I’m getting ready to tell him to stop when he moves, reaching down to hitch my leg up to his waist. I don’t know what happens, maybe the sudden change in his equilibrium from turning his head, but he jolts back, stumbling and smacks the back of his head on the shelf behind him holding a row of shoes.
“Goddamn it,” he growls, holding the back of his head in pain.
Oh shit.
“Are you bleeding?” I ask, reaching for him.
“No, I’m not fucking bleeding,” he snaps and walks out, slamming the door behind him.
I take a moment to straighten my dress, compose myself to not burst into tears and reach for the door handle. I’m about to follow him when I open the door and run into Frankie. “Hey, I thought you were in there. We’re heading to the restaurant. You guys coming?”
I nod. “Where’s Grayson?”
She turns. “Outside with Ethan.” Her gaze finds mine again. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to burst into tears?”
“We were in the changing room and all he did was tip his head to the side and I think got dizzy. He jumped back and smacked his head on the shelf.”
“Oh shit. Do you think he hurt himself?”
I shrug, darting my eyes to the front windows of the store and stepping around Frankie. “I think he’s okay. It probably just pissed him off. They’ve changed his medication again so hopefully this one works better at stopping the dizziness.”
“I’m sure it will. Stop teasing the boy with sex.”
“I’m not teasing him.”
She does that thing where she fake laughs and nods dramatically. “Uh-huh.”