Page 104 of Taste of Thorns
“Most of the clothes are Clare’s. Mine got trashed.”
“Not a problem. We’re gonna fill that wardrobe for you.” He winks. “Is there anything else you need, that you want us to get you?” I shake my head. “You sure? You know you are allowed to ask if there is. You don’t have to be shy or coy about it.”
I smile. “Thank you. I’ll think about it.”
Dray strides towards the door. I drop down on my stomach and retrieve the library books hidden under my bed, then hesitate before peering around the room. I’m not sure I’m going to miss it exactly, but then again maybe I will a little. I’ve been happier here than I have been anywhere else in a very long time.
“Ready?” Dray asks me and I nod, following him out of the door and locking the room behind me.
It doesn’t take me long to unpack my belongings over in the Princes’ Tower. In fact, I’m already done by the time a finally dressed Dray appears with two mugs of coffee in his left hand and some sort of sweet pastry in his right.
“How much longer do we have until next lessons?” I ask him.
“Long enough,” he says, dropping down onto the lush carpet.
“Dray!”
“Relax, Kitten. We’ve still got an hour.”
I drop down beside him, tip my head back and look up through the skylights at the clear blue sky above us.
As I do, I realize Dray has done a very good job at lifting my dark mood. I wonder if he plays that role with Thorne too.
“I was thinking,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee and peering over the rim with mischief in his eyes, “one good use of our time, would be for you to try on some of that new underwear. Just to make sure it fits.”
I take a large bite of pastry, letting the sugar melt across my tongue. “To make sure it fits?”
“Yeah, Kitten. Can’t have you running around in tight undies -– the chafing.” He grimaces.
“So we’d be doing this entirely for my benefit?”
“It’ll be worth your benefit,” he growls.
I take a gulp of the coffee and another bite, then jump up, pad across the room and yank back the drawer.
There is more underwear in this drawer than I have owned across my whole lifetime. Most of it is lacy or silky.
“Do you have a preference?” I ask him.
He kicks out his legs, crossing them at the ankles and leans back on his elbows.
“The dark green set, Kitten. Reckon it’ll bring out your eyes.” He licks his lips, eagerness shining in his eyes.
“If it’s my eyes you're interested in, I have this pretty green blouse …” I tease.
“Kitten,” he says, “you wanna play that’s fine, but remember big bad wolves eat little pussy cats for breakfast.”
And why does the way he says that have desire shivering down my spine?
I rummage through the layers of panties and bras, corsets and camisoles, and pull out the green set. It’s a deep emerald color made of lace, with petals embroidered across the material. It’s possibly the prettiest and most intricate thing I’ve ever seen.
I tug off my tracksuit, Dray giving an appreciative groan. Then, meeting his gaze, slip out of my plain bra and panties.
“Shake out your hair, Kitten,” he instructs and I tug out the tie and comb my hand through the strands, letting it hang over my shoulders. “Maybe don’t bother with the underwear. Nothing could look better than that.”
I shake my head. I want to try it on. The dress Fly found me for the ball may have been beautiful and elegant, but it wasn’t sexy like this. I want to look and feel sexy. For me and for him.
I step into the panties, pulling them up my legs and then fit the cami top around my chest. The lace feels surprisingly soft against my flesh and the fit is near perfect.
