Page 15 of Perfectly Naïve
“A dress.”
“Fucking hell, Liv. Are you trying to kill me?”
I frown. I thought it was cute. This was what most of the women wore in those videos I watched. “You don’t like it?”
He drops the coat on the ground and closes the distance between us with two big steps, reaching for me but stopping at the last second. “Who else saw you in that?”
“No one.”
Exhaling, he nods to himself. “Good.” He takes me in again, rubbing his jaw.
I don’t understand his reaction. I can’t tell if he likes the way it looks or if he’s embarrassed I’d wear something like this. Clutching my hands in front of my waist, I stare up at him. “Is it okay?”
“Is it okay?” he parrots, eyes drifting down again before pointedly jumping back to my face. “Hold on.” He leaves me standing in the living room.
Way to suck again, Liv.I sigh, shaking my head, and take in the open-concept living space and kitchen. It’s so masculine. No decorations. A little messy, but not enough to gross me out. On instinct, I inhale and am immediately disappointed. Sometimes I hate not being able to smell, but keeping my head about me has helped me pursue my passions. It’s been worth it.
Reappearing with a T-shirt in hand, Sawyer walks over and shoves it over my head and down my body, the hem of the shirt brushing along my thighs. He takes a step back.
“Fuck, that’s worse,” he rasps.
“What is happening right now?”
He tears his focus from my thighs. “I can’t think with you dressed like that.”
I tip my head. “Isn’t that the point? We’re having sex.”
Scrubbing a hand down his face, he takes a giant step back. His erection strains against his pants. Oh, good. He’s ready. I peel the shirt up, ignore the strangled noise in his throat, andtoss it aside, realizing a little too late that I pulled the dress off too.
The slinky black bra barely covers my hardened nipples.
“Fuuuuuck.”
“That’s a goodfuck, right?” I step toward him. “Where do you want me?”
His eyes hood and he drags his teeth over his bottom lip, shamelessly devouring me with his gaze. Warmth blooms in my belly. This is good. He’s clearly attracted to me.
I take another step, and he shakes himself, looking at the ceiling.
“Please put the shirt back on.”
“Won’t it get in the way? I want to watch.” Seeing a knot form in person for the first time is a requirement. No stone can be left unturned.
“Damn, Liv. You’re making it really hard for me to be good.” He turns around. “Put the shirt on.”
I frown, self-doubt surging hard and fast. Maybe I’m not his type? Not good enough?If your alpha isn’t practically rabid at the thought of knotting you, you’re doing it wrong. Mom’s voice is a cruel addition to my own internal criticism.
I’m obviously a lost cause. I’m practically naked in front of Sawyer, and he’s still rejecting me.
Chest hollow, I pick up the shirt and pull it on, ignoring the tears burning my eyes. “I’ll call Nigel,” I say with a sniff.
Sawyer whirls around, but I glance at the floor, too fragile to look him in the eye. I grab my purse and dig my phone out. My hands shake. Out of my peripheral vision, I see Sawyer approaching. Through blurry vision, I clench my jaw and pull up my messages.
“Hey, hey,” Sawyer murmurs, taking my phone and putting it in his pocket. “Liv, are you okay?”
Locking my jaw, I cross my arms and stare at his chest. “Fine. I can leave.”
Catching my chin, he tips my head until I’m forced to meet his gentle gaze. “Who said I wanted you to leave?”
