Page 97 of Calamity Rayne Gets Hitched

He stepped into the master bedroom holding two cocktails. “I have your entire body memorized.”

“Stalker.”

“Your one and only.” He set down the drinks and circled me, admiring the gown. “I knew you’d be breathtaking in this. The green reminded me of your eyes.” He brushed his fingers over the tip of my nipple and I sucked in a sharp breath.

My boobs were especially tender. “Oh, by the way, your sister tried to rip off my nipples.”

“Are you telling me to be more gentle?”

I laughed. “No. I’m telling you because I think your sister’s a sadist.”

“That’s a visual I think I could live without. Here.” He handed me the rocks glass. Something creamy and coffee-tinted swirled around the ice. “It’s a white Russian.”

I sipped, pleasantly surprised by the gentle flavor. “Yum.”

“I thought you might like that.”

His glass contained something that looked a few grade levels above my palette. But I was used to Hale being the more sophisticated one. And he never made me feel like I was less for preferring something sweeter.

I took a bigger sip. “This is like chocolate milk.”

“It’s a bit stronger.”

I shivered when his fingers traveled over my hip to my ass. Our eyes met, something dark and suggestive hidden in his.

Lowering my glass before I guzzled the whole thing, I arched a shoulder. “What?”

“What do you mean what?”

“I know that look, Mr. Davenport. You promised me food.”

“And I plan to feed you.”

“But…?”

When he arched a brow I knew we would be late for our reservation. “What do I have to say to get you wet.”

“Um, that.”

He sipped his cocktail, watching me over the rim in that intense predatory way that unraveled everything feminine inside a woman and made her melt. “That’s all?”

He had no idea how potent he truly was. “Yeah, that’s all.”

He set down his glass. “Show me.”

“Show you what?” I nervously laughed.

“Are you wet? Lift up your dress and show me those panties.”

He was lethal and he knew it. My body clenched as his words melted my insides. Before Hale, no one ever spoke to me like that. Maybe that was why I became someone else when it was just the two of us like this. When he looked at me like that and told me exactly what he wanted from me, I’d give him everything.

My gaze dropped to the carpet as a thrill tingled from my belly straight to my clit. I glanced at the open door and bit my lip with a smitten giggle. “You want me to take off the dress?”

“No, leave the dress on. Lift it up. Show me your panties. I want to see a dark spot where you’re wet. Then I want to make you come in sixteen thousand dollar silk.”

My heart raced as my fingers brushed over the gown, lifting it at my thighs. The delicate material whispered across my skin, exposing my bare legs and showing him exactly what he wanted to see.

“Look at me, Rayne.”

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