Page 63 of Tru Blue
Gemma stripped, and a few minutes later Jillian’s voice came through the curtains.
“Try this one. I think it strikes the perfect balance—proper defiance—and it’s one of my favorites. My brother and I designed it together.” Her hand parted the curtains, and all Gemma saw was a mass of shimmery black material and lace.
“Your brother designs clothes too?” She slipped the dress over her head. The luxurious material slid over her skin like silk, hugging her from shoulder to thigh, where a slit revealed her right leg.
“Mm-hm. My twin, actually. Jax. We’ve been designing together on and off for years, but his specialty is wedding gowns.” Jillian zipped up the back of the dress and fidgeted with the shoulders and waist, then stood back and ran an assessing eye over Gemma. “Gorgeous. Go on out to the three-way and I’ll grab heels.”
As soon as Crystal spotted her following Jillian out of the dressing room, she jumped from a plush chair and squealed.
“Oh my gosh, Gemma! You look stunning.”
“Really?” She turned to look in the mirror and her jaw dropped. The neckline fell just below her collarbone. A pattern of black lace and silk created capped sleeves. A narrow path of lace ran down her sides, dipping in at the waist, to just below the curve of her hip. She glanced over her shoulder at the low back.
Jillian knelt by her feet. “These are comfortable and sexy. You don’t need to rock sky-high heels in this dress.” She stepped back, and her smile radiated with approval. “The fishtail accentuates your waist, and since you’re not showing any cleavage, the touch of lace looks elegant rather than racy. What do you think?”
“I think I want to marry this dress.” Feeling a spike of rebellion, she added, “And the neckline is perfect. No room for pearls.”
TRUMAN CLOSED THE new bedroom door to the unfinished room and eyed the gorgeous woman lying on the bed paging through a flyer of children’s Halloween costumes. She wore a pair of boy-short panties that barely covered her ass and a spaghetti-strap top. Her knees were bent, her feet dancing above her as she suggested costumes for Lincoln. Kennedy had already picked hers out. She was going to be the cutest Tinker Bell that ever lived.
“A pumpkin? There was a pumpkin in Cinderella.” Gemma pointed at a picture of an infant wearing a pumpkin costume.
Truman lay down beside her, ran his hand up her thigh, and squeezed her ass. “I like your pumpkin.”
She flashed a haughty smile. “I still think he should be Winnie the Pooh. That’s who Kennedy says he is in her night-night book, and she should be allowed to choose his costume. As his older sister, it’s her right.”
He slid his leg over the back of her thighs and kissed her shoulder. “He’s only a few months old and already women are ruling his life.” He nuzzled her neck. “I think he should wear a boy’s costume. He can be a prince, like I’m going to be.”
She leaned in to him with a tease in her eyes. “Kiss me again and maybe I’ll consider it.”
He leaned toward her lips and she turned away and pointed to her shoulder. He chuckled and kissed her shoulder again.
“Shoulder kisses are the best,” she said in the breathless voice that made his body ignite.
He continued kissing her shoulder, moving slowly down her breastbone. Still looking at the magazine, she reached over and lifted his chin so he was kissing her shoulder again. God, he loved everything she did.
“I think Kennedy wants you to be her only prince, and she was pretty clear about wanting Linc to be Pooh. But if you’re so adamant about not letting him be a fuzzy bear, which for the record, I think he should be, then how about if he dresses up like one of the Lost Boys from her storybook?”
He gave her a light smack on the ass, earning a sexy giggle. “The Lost Boys are bikers in her book. You know how I feel about that.”
“You love your biker friends.” She turned on her side and pressed her body to his. “Just because we put him in a biker outfit doesn’t mean he’ll go all rebellious on you when he’s older. Besides, you made the Lost Boys bikers. Isn’t that hypocritical?” She pushed him onto his back and pressed her lips to his jaw, his neck, and continued kissing her way down the center of his body, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything but her incredible mouth.
