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Your ass looks perfect in it.
“Okay, let’s put that in the maybe pile and try something else.” I advised her.
She agreed and dipped back into the changeroom.
Leaning forward, I held a breath then pushed it slowly out my mouth. Seeing her like that, in clothing that showed off every wonderful thing about her frame was going to kill me.
After another two outfits, she picked an off the shoulder romper, a strapless bra and a pair of heels. Once we left there, we stopped at another store to get products for her hair and makeup.
At home, Darby was smoking in the back.
Beam was watching television.
I tried leaving Taz alone so she could shower and get dressed, but she called me into the room after about thirty minutes. She was dressed but turned her back to me.
My heart did a painful flip, then beat so fast, I could have sworn it was pounding in my ears.
The zipper to her romper was down, and I knew what that meant. With the tentative relationship we had, I knew this was a way for her to ask me to do something sexy for her.
But I wasn’t sure if I was capable of that.
“Anurak?”
Taz had never used my given name before. But the sound of her Australian accent wrapped around that one word left me breathless.
Weak, I stepped forward and held her hips in my palms. I drew her gently backward into me, then gently scooped her hair over her left shoulder.
Roses was suddenly everywhere, swirling around in the air.
I inhaled deeply, softly, trying to remember how that scent smelled on her skin.
Reaching between our bodies to hold the material just below the zipper, I used the other hand to slowly slide the closure up until it was done.
“I wish I was undoing this.” I admitted, bowing my head to kiss the bare side of her neck.
“We still have a little time.” Taz’s voice hitch. “If you can be careful with it.”
“Taz.”
“Take what I’m offering you, Storm.” She turned in my arms. “I’m not just giving myself tosome man.I’m giving myself to you.”
I closed my eyes, desperately trying to resist.
But Taz was busy nibbling on my bottom lip even as her fingers worked on undoing my shirt.
“This is one of those times you give up, Anurak.”
“Don’t say my name like that.”
I nipped at her mouth.
“Like what? Anurak?”
By now she had my shirt opened and her warm palms pressed to my bare chest, easing the material of my shirt upward and off my shoulder.
It pooled behind me on the floor, and I tangled my finger into her hair.
I kissed her deeply, pushing her backward until her legs hit the bed and she toppled to it. Falling on top of her, I rolled her over to unzipped her clothing.