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“I just wasn’t expecting it,” I say finally. “No one’s ever thought about me like this.”
“I do,” he says simply. “All the time.”
His tone is tender, but the words land like thunder.
I can’t move.
I can’t speak.
I just stand there with a dress in my arms and his gaze burning into mine.
And God help me, I don’t know what scares me more. That I feel something I’ve never felt before…
Or that I don’t want it to stop.
20
STEELE
I’m adjusting my cuff links when the sharp click of heels striking the wood floor catches my attention. I turn, ready to throw out some smart-ass comment about how she always takes too damn long to get ready, when I catch my first glimpse.
That’s the exact moment everything inside me goes silent.
Lilah stands in the doorway, wrapped in the silver dress that was delivered earlier this afternoon. It’s sleek, hugging every curve like it was made for her. The fabric dips low in the front, showing just enough cleavage to make my fingers twitch with the need to touch.
Her hair is pinned up with a few loose tendrils left to frame her face, and her makeup is subtle yet flawless, her lips painted a pale pink.
The woman is a fucking knockout.
Something tightens inside me, making it hard to speak. “Jesus, lucky charm.”
With a tilt of her head, her lips curve into a smirk. “Does it look as good as you remembered?”
My feet are on the move before my brain can catch up.Once I’ve closed the space between us, my hand finds the small of her back.
“Even better.”
She stills, her gaze dropping to my lips.
It’s so damn tempting to lean in and kiss her. But I’m trying to give her time to figure out what she wants.
I close the distance between us just enough for my lips to brush against the shell of her ear. “You have to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” My voice drops, turning rougher. “I’m proud to have you on my arm tonight.”
I’m standing close enough to feel the shiver slide through her body.
“Thank you,” she says.
“Ready to go?”
“Yes.” There’s a pause before she adds, “Thanks again for the dress. You didn’t need to have it sent over.”
I pop a brow. “After seeing you in it at the photo shoot? Like hell I didn’t. It was made for you.”
“I appreciate it.”
Even though her voice is steady, her fingers tighten around her clutch.
Good.
