Page 51 of Bound
I want them wrapped around me while I—
“The dress, Amoret,” I grind out.
She scowls. “I am going with you to get Liam. I assumed it would be better for me to blend in.”
My mouth opens and closes.
I appraise her.
There is no trace of a lie in her expression. Not that I expect someone as innocent as Amoret to lie.
Damn.
I step away from her. “You’re right,” I say, voice low in the early morning. “You would draw too much attention in a gown. The humans don’t wear them.”
Though she remains eyeing me, some of her anger dissipates. Which is all for the best.
That line of temper is like spice under her skin, making me want her more.
“Was the dress too bold of a choice?” she asks. “I have other things I can wear.”
My eyes jerk back to her. To the narrow width of her stomach. The wider flare of her hips. Her pert but perfect breasts under the V-neck of her dress.
“The dress is …” Sexy? Too gods-damn tempting for words? Sighing, I push my sunglasses back up and exhale as softly as I can. The rasp is tremulous with my need. “The dress is fine, Amoret.”
“Perhaps …” She peers at me. “Perhaps some of those would aid me.” She points one finger at my sunglasses.
Without thought, I pull them from my face and settle them in place, hiding her swirling irises. The delicate curve of her brows shoots up toward her hairline.
“But—”
My thumbs stroke over her cheeks as I pull away. A faint flush stains her collarbone under my naked gaze. “I have others,” I croak, lifting my gaze back to hers.
In my sunglasses, her size is even more prominent. She is like a beautiful doll. And if not for the trace of temper and iron will, I could almost believe it.
For all of Amoret’s outward innocence, quite the woman waits under her skin.
And I need to stay far, far away from her.
Because I am growing to crave her more than even my smoke.
