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He looked like a wolf.
And I felt like lunch.
He finished working the buttons free and pulled the shirt open wide, yanking it out of his pants as he slid it off his shoulders.
I stared. Openly. Blatantly. Watching his every move.
His hands worked the belt at his waist, dropping it loose before one thumb flicked the button of his pants.
Then he stopped.
Someone scoffed.
It was me. I was someone.
Grant smirked at me. “You’ve already seen it, Banana Pants. There’s no reason to get all testy.”
Chapter Sixteen
Grant
SEX WAS AN act.
One I thought I’d learned my part in. Mastered the choreographed steps required.
Then I met Julia and forgot it all.
Or maybe I just didn’t care anymore.
Her blue eyes were wide where they fixed on the front of my pants, no sign of shame on her face. She stared openly and unapologetically.
I wanted to be more like her. Comfortable in the skin I wore.
But right now all I wanted was to see every inch of hers.
I tipped my head her way. “Take your dress off.”
“I can’t.”
“Is it non-removable?” I stopped what I was doing, deciding it was a good idea to keep some barriers between us for the time being. “Because if that’s the case then—”
Her eyes didn’t move from where they stayed locked on the bulge of my dick. “I’m laying on the zipper.”
That was an easy fix.
I lifted one knee off the bed and gripped her hip, rolling Julia to her belly before dropping my knee back to the mattress, pinning her in place with my weight. I leaned down, skimming the dark hair off her face with one hand as I slid the other up the center of her back. “I love this dress, Jules.”
“You said that already.”
I smiled. “Let me be more specific then.” I pinched the tab of the zipper and slowly slid it down her spine. “I love this dress on you.” I ran my lips over her skin, following the same path as the zipper. It ended just above the swell of her ass, stopping me in my tracks.
I wanted more of her.
All of her.
I reached up, grabbing the straps from her shoulders and sliding them down her arms, dragging the dress under her body as I went.
It caught at her hips and for a second I considered ripping the thing, tearing it along the seam that ran under the zipper. I didn’t care what it took. I needed her naked.
