Page 66 of Single Girl in the City
His gaze heated. “Tell me about this dress. In great detail.”
“It’s red and a little off the shoulder. It’s fitted and goes right below the knee.” She took his hands under hers and glided them down to her knees. “It looks respectable from the front, but the back is where things get interesting.”
“I like interesting.” His voice was low and husky, like tossed gravel.
“There’s a slit that goes obscenely high.” She ran his hands around to the back of the curve of her knee, then slid them up her thigh.
“We talking thigh-high?”
“Higher.” She didn’t stop gliding his hands until they were a good two inches from go-time. He made a sound of sheer male appreciation. “Then there’s this zipper.” She let go to spin on her stool until her back was to him. “It starts at the base of my neck.” She touched the spot she was speaking of, then felt his lips on her skin.
Abi wasn’t big into PDA, but she didn’t feel like they were in public. From the moment he’d taken her hand on the dance floor, it was as if the entire crowd had faded into the background, leaving just her and the man she’d been crushing on for months.
“It goes the entire length of the dress so if someone were to, say, have talented hands, all it would take is a single tug andpoof.” She made little explosions with her fingers.
“You don’t have to convince me. I’d be damn lucky to have you on my arm.”
“Then what’s the holdup?”
“Hell if I know.” He kissed her neck. “Why doyouwant to go, Angel?”
She turned back around to lean in all the way until her lips were grazing his ear, “Because you’re the sure thing.”
He chuckled. “What gives you that idea?”
“The way you’re looking at me.”
“And how’s that?”
She ran her hands up his chest. “The same way I’m looking at you.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Happy Things:
Rain-soaked kisses
They’d been in the dance hall for over two hours, but in that time a small storm had blown in, opening up the sky and dropping enough rain that people were huddled under the awning.
Owen came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him—where she got an up-close-and-personal moment with his impressive front.
“We can wait it out,” he said.
She melted back into him, her heart doing a little flip of anticipation for what the night would hold. This was what she’d been looking for. And she’d found it. If only for a week.
She tilted her head back, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. “I’m done waiting.”
“Thank Christ.”
His hands slowly moved over her hip, coming to rest at the small of her back. He guided her across the lot, using his big body to protect her from the worst of the rain. But the water on her face felt fresh and exciting, an unexpected turn of events, and the exact kind of spontaneity Owen needed more of in his life.
Only three steps from his truck, hidden by the tall cab, she tugged him to a stop.
She looked up at the sky and the thousands of droplets reflecting under the moon, like fairy lights twinkling across the night’s sky. She opened her mouth to catch some rain, laughing when it tickled like champagne bubbles on the tip of her tongue.
“We’re getting drenched.”
“That’s the point.” She looked at him and found him looking back with enough want that her body quivered a scant inch from orgasmic levels.
