Page 38 of Enchanting the CEO

"Oh my God," she said, then straightened up.

Pulling herself up and gripping the banister, she put one leg forward, and a ripping sound echoed through the stairwell. She’d stepped on her dress, and it tore around her waist.

“Nooo!” She took one of her hands from the banister but lost her balance again.

This time I acted more appropriately, putting one hand on her back. With the other, I kept her dress together. My thumb was brushing her rib cage. Her skin was so damn soft that I couldn't even think straight.

"I've got you," I said.

"I dropped my shoes."

Looking back, I saw them a few steps down. "I'll get them for you."

"Thank you." She put her hand where mine was before. The heel of her palm brushed the back of my hand in the process, and she gasped lightly.

Did she feel this small contact as intensely as I did? Did she want more?

I went back and grabbed her shoes, bringing them to her as she unlocked the door to her room.

"I'm sorry for that," she said as we went inside. "I'm really not that inebriated, but I lost my balance."

"The spiral staircase is tricky," I said, looking determinedly away from where she was holding her dress together.

"So much for that one pound I gained. I think it was more like ten. Maybe the dress was old. It shouldn't have ripped all the way to my freaking bra."

She turned around, facing me. She'd only turned on the small lamp above her mirror. I couldn't resist moving closer to her. In fact, I preferred that, because if I was right in front of her, then I couldn't see her skin beneath the ripped fabric.

I was wrong. As soon as I stepped forward, she turned sideways to the mirror, and I had a fantastic view of her cleavage.

I groaned at the sight.

"Oh my God, can I embarrass myself any more in front of you? I put on a dress that clearly didn't fit me because I'm a whale."

"You're beautiful. Don't say anything to the contrary in front of me."

She snapped her head up, parting her lips. "Oh."

"I was barely keeping myself from kissing you all night."

"You wanted to kiss me?" she whispered.

"Yes. Fuck yes."

"Then kiss me."

Her voice was even softer than before. In fact, it was so soft that for a brief second, I wondered if I'd imagined it.

I cupped her face the next second, tilting her head up and brushing my lips against hers before capturing them. They were perfect. Plump and soft and so damn inviting.

I ran my hands through her hair. It was just as silky and thick as I'd imagined. Everything about her was magnificent: the way she sighed against my mouth, the way she pressed her chest to mine. Then she let go of her dress and wrapped both hands around my neck, tugging me even farther down.

I immediately gripped the dress, intending to keep it together. Instead, I ran my hand down her rib cage, all the way to the hip. My cock turned semihard when my fingers touched the elastic band of her panties. I brushed them back up, my thumb reaching the fabric of her bra. I wanted to yank everything down, to have her completely naked and at my mercy. I needed to work her with my fingers and mouth.

I deepened the kiss. Every moan reverberated through my chest. I kept my hands splayed wide on her rib cage, but then she pressed herself against me even more and groaned.

My cock was now rock-hard, and she'd felt it. I moved my hand farther down, cupping her buttocks. Goose bumps broke out on her skin, just as they had before at the restaurant. And that cut through the brain fog.

Fuck, what am I doing?

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