No.
That would be inappropriate.
Just like it probably wasn’t a good idea to trail his fingers slowly down her back to the first button. Noa didn’t speak, but her breath came a little faster while she waited for him to slip the satin button through the tiny hole and move on to the next one.
Asher took his time, enjoying every second of the process. Between buttons, he let his fingers travel over her heated skin, enjoying the little gasp and intake of breath she took every time.
When the dress started to loosen, her arms went up to hold the front in place.
“Still a few more to go.” He continued to work methodically. One button at a time. “There really are a lot of buttons?—”
The words died on his lips as he exposed her undergarments. For whatever reason, Asher hadn’t considered what Noa might be wearing under the gown. But the moment his fingers came in contact with a lacy bustier, his cock thickened in his pants to the point of pain and a groan slipped from deep in his throat before he could stop it.
“Fuck, Noa.”
“What?” Her voice was laced with innocence, which he knew was bullshit.
This woman knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Asher swallowed hard and let his hands slide under the fabric of her gown to span over her rib cage as he slowly moved them down to her hips, where he rested for a moment.
Her body quivered, but she worked hard to hold herself in check.
Asher leaned forward. He held his body mere inches from her heated skin and whispered in her ear. “Just a few more.”
Fuck.Her scent filled his senses until he couldn’t think straight. The urge to kiss her, to taste her surged through him with an intensity that was difficult to control.
Somehow, he managed to put his hands on the buttons once more and finish his task of undoing the dress. “There you go.”
Reluctantly, he moved back, giving her space to step from the dress.
Noa didn’t turn as she released her hold on the dress and let the fabric pool around her feet. But he wasn’t looking at the floor. His eyes were locked onto the vision in front of him.
If he thought Noa was sexyinthe dress, out of it, she was a goddamn miracle of nature.
The white lace bustier hugged her curves and nipped in at her waist before flaring out over her hips to showcase two perfectly round, luscious, and very bare ass cheeks.
He sucked in a breath and let his eyes travel down the length of her legs and the garters holding up the scraps of stockings he’d let his fingers slide over earlier.
“That’s so much better.” Noa breathed out a sigh and shook her hair out. The veil, still fastened to the back of her head, fluttered into place, covering his view with a sheer curtain.
“Itreallyis better.”
She turned to face him.
Asher ran his hands through his hair and let out a low whistle. “I feel sorry for the poor bastard you left at the altar, Noa. Because…” He shook his head instead of finishing the thought.
“Trust me,” she said with a little frown. “He wouldn’t have cared.”
“What?” Asher’s feet moved involuntarily toward her as if she were a magnet with a powerful pull he was too weak to deny. “Is he not into women?”
“Oh no.” She lifted her arms to reach for the veil behind her head. The action made her breasts strain in their confinement, giving him a delicious view of her cleavage. “Ryan’s very much into women,” Noa continued. “Just not me. I told you, it’s?—”
“Complicated,” he finished for her. “Yeah. You’ve mentioned it. But I’ll tell you what’s not complicated.”
She dropped her arms by her side, the veil now in her hand. “What’s that?”
As if she didn’t know.