Page 25 of Her Arranged Alpha
She glared, and I pushed off the doorframe and walked towards her. "Your zipper is stuck in the fabric."
"Damn it," she cursed. "Can you get it free? Or are we going to have to cut me out?"
I laughed. "I can get it." I grabbed the zipper and tugged, pulling it free from the fabric it was caught in. The zipper went down easily, exposing the rest of her back.
I took in her back, taking in her spine and how smooth her skin looked. I could see her figure and took in the way her curves looked as she was naked. I swallowed, feeling myself getting hard at just the bareness of her back. I wasn't the type of guy to get turned on so easily, but my body seemed to react to hers instantly.
She looked over her shoulder. "Thanks. I was beginning to think I'd have to live in it."
I reached for the zipper, pulling my hand, and ran a finger up her spine. "At least it's a nice dress… I wouldn't mind seeing you in this forever."
Her skin was as smooth as it looked, and I stroked my finger down her spine, feeling her shiver. I could feel her heartbeat, and the way her breaths were soft and uneven.
"You think so?" she asked, her voice coming out in a whisper.
I nodded, feeling like I was falling into a trance. "Yeah, it hugs your curves and shows your figure… It's a good color for you. It complements your tone. It's not a terrible dress to be stuck in."
I leaned closer, feeling like the air around us had shifted. I knew I should move away and let her finish undressing. I should let her go to bed because this was a lot. But I couldn't. I couldn't imagine not touching her. Not seeing her honest and soft like this. This was the first time I felt like I was seeing her honestly and openly.
I moved my hand lower, resting it on her hip, rubbing my hand over the fabric.
"Well, maybe I'll wear it again sometime."
I swallowed, feeling unable to pull air in. My cock jerked, and I reached a hand down, moving it towards the front of her stomach. I stepped closer, pressing my chest against her back.
I could feel her breath hitch as I moved my hand slowly. I inhaled her scent and tried to control myself. Jesus, I was trying. But her scent, and seeing her like this, bare and exposed. I had some terrible ideas of what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to kiss her roughly and listen to her moan. I wanted to fill her and see what expressions crossed her face when I fucked her.
I shouldn't want her, but I did. I wanted her as badly as I wanted my Alpha position. I wanted to sink my teeth into her skin and have her nails scrape down mine. I wanted to hear her moan my name, coming apart on my cock. I wanted that more than anything else.
"You looked beautiful tonight," I whispered, running my nose along her neck.
I felt her lean back slightly, looking over her shoulder. "You're just saying that to be nice."
I chuckled as I leaned my head down, pressing my forehead against the back of her head. I inhaled her scent, looking down at her ass. "I don't say anything that's not true."
I moved my hand, reaching further down. My thumb rubbed against her hip bone before curling around her thigh. I felt her tense, and then Jillian made a sound. I came out high-pitched, scared like a child. Not a sound of comfort but fear.
I let go, jumping back, knowing I'd crossed the line. I took a slow breath in and took another step back, putting space between us. I swallowed, shaking my head, trying to shake the moment away.
"I should let you change," I said quickly, shaking my head, trying to clear that sound from my mind. But it rang over and over like a bell. I shouldn't have touched her. I shouldn't have moved so close to her like that.
"If you need anything, let me know. I'm just down the hall." I turned, leaving the room as quickly as I could. Once outside, I paused, angry at myself. I should have respected her space. I shouldn't have pushed and done that.
I headed into my room and sighed, running a hand through my hair. I sighed, staring outside the window, unsureof how I was going to do this. How was I going to somehow be married to her when I didn't even know how to handle this? I felt a tug to be closer to her, yet I knew what she had done to Frank. She couldn't be trusted. Right?
Chapter 10 - Jillian
I stare at the space where Maddox had been standing just a second ago. He practically ran out after touching me. I couldn't even process it before the door shut, and I was alone.
My shoulders sank, and I chewed on my cheek. Was I that ugly? Had he suddenly just changed his mind? I pulled a hand up and chewed on my thumbnail.
Questions swirled over and over in my head. But then I wondered why it bothered me anyway. Didn't I want space anyway? He had locked me up for days, and now I could do what I wanted. I should be rejoicing, but instead, I was questioning why he stopped touching me.
"God damn it," I grumbled, finally dropping my dress. "I shouldn't care." I knew why I did. It was my wolf yearning for his. It was logical, and now that I knew that, I could move past it.
I walked over to the bed, threw the sheets up, and crawled under them. I curled myself in, letting the fabric warm me. I stared across my room at the door.
Why had he touched me? Why had he said what he said if he didn't want me? Why be nice and then rip it away?
