Page 109 of Lucky Shot
“Haven’t you figured it out by now, Pretty Boy?” he says quietly as he wraps his other arm around my waist and pulls me against him. “I love you. All of you. Every hidden crevice and soft corner. Each sound that comes out of your mouth. And every thought in your head. I. Love. You.”
I blink rapidly to try to clear the tears. “Stop,” I say and close my eyes to let the rest of the tears fall while I try to catch my breath. “Gods can’t love mortals.”
His laughter is quiet and makes me smile. His lips brush my skin, kissing away my tears. “I love you more every fucking minute,” he says. “Tell me you love me too, Pretty Boy?”
“I love you.” It’s not a hard request to comply with. I think I fell in love with him weeks ago. “I love you so much. If you ever stop loving me, I will have no reason to breathe anymore.”
“Mm,” he answers, as his lips and nose run down my neck. “It’s hard to imagine it’s possible to stop loving you when I find something new to love every day.”
“I’ll run out of new things,” I say.
“Unlikely. Just now, I learned that you’re afraid of having your heart broken. I love that you shared that vulnerability with me.”
“Stop,” I repeat. “You can’t be real.”
His chuckle reverberates through my entire body. And yes, my dick takes notice of that sexy sound.
“Let me dress you, Pretty.”
I nod. “You can do whatever you want with me,” I say. “I wouldn’t even care if you murdered me so you could wear my skin like a robe.”
He pauses and I try to fight the smile that’s insisting on covering my face. Somehow, I manage to keep my expression somewhat serious when he pulls his face up to look at me. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Nope. The grin wins. Demi nips at my chin and then steps back.
I’m not wearing anything special today. Decent pants and a polo shirt. Demi makes quick work of getting me out of all my clothing, tossing them into the main closet. Regardless of all the reassurances he just gave me, I hold my breath as I stare into the space filled with dresses and other frilly things.
“Go sit on your bean bag chair. Wait for me,” he says.
He steps away and heads for his suitcase where he pulls out a small box while I move to do as he said. My curiosity about the box piques, but he sets it on one of the shelves without a word.
My entire body shivers as he makes his way around my room, touching dresses and opening drawers. I’m about ready to come undone and beg him to say something when he reaches into a drawer and finally pulls something out.
It’s a jock, which surprises me. Although maybe it shouldn’t. It’s sheer, and the waist elastic is split so there’s a sexy crossing on my skin as he helps me step into it and adjusts me. His fingers following the elastic around my ass cheeks have me shivering.
The dress he pulls from its hanger is frilly. It’s a baby pink with white accents and volume to the skirt. Made of cotton and lace, it’s something that truly reminds me of a doll from the mid-1900s.
I try to buy dresses that don’t have a lot of room for chests. There’s not a lot of structured clothing in my stock because I don’t like how the extra fabric looks. I completely understand that dresses are made for those with a chest, but I just don’t want to have that look when I wear one.
In my searches for items, I found companies that make dresses for men with this in mind. But their variety is lacking.
However, sometimes, I luck out and find something stunning or cute without too much of that excess room. This is one of those finds. Demi slips it over my head and then he works my arms in. There are buttons that line the back and his fingers leave goosebumps all over my body as he slowly makes his way up my spine.
The absence of his hands leaves me cold, but he’s back soon and his hands are in my hair. Arranging it and fastening it. He chuckles. “I’m going to need practice with hair.”
I smile and close my eyes.
Then he’s wrapping something around my neck. I don’t recognize the feel of it, but that’s not incredibly surprising since I’ve always been too nervous to wear any of my pieces. When I acquire something new, I just end up admiring it and then stow it away.
When he’s done, Demi rests his hands on my hips, then gently turns me around to face the mirror. But I can’t open my eyes, my eyelids feel too heavy.
Demi doesn’t tell me to look. He just holds me in his arms and waits. My fingers tremble as they play with the hem of the dress. My body is slightly stiff, though I try to force my muscles to relax. When I finally open my eyes, they focus immediately on the collar around my neck.
It’s thick, black. And there are six big, silver letters that spell PRETTY. I suck in a shaky breath and stare as new tears once again fill my eyes. It takes me far too long to look anywhere else but when I do, I’m taken by surprise.
The dress is beautiful and it fits as if it were made for me. The bodice covers my chest smoothly and you can’t see the outline of my body underneath. I almost look… soft. The skirt hugs my hips and then ruffles out and falls just past the middle of my thighs. Even my hair is cute, with two top ears like a rabbit’s wrapped with crooked bows.
Demi is watching me with a soft smile.
