Page 110 of Staying Selfless

Goddamn. This dress.

Someone should probably check my pulse now. I’m not kidding.

“Oh, perfect.” Logan catches my reflection in the mirror. “Can you tie up the back of my dress?” she innocently asks as she gathers her hair on one side of her shoulders.

I know when Logan is being teasingly innocent and when she truly has no idea what she’s doing to me. Right now, she’s clearly unaware that I might be a pulse-less man standing in the doorway of this bathroom.

“Baby?” Logan questions when I remain silent and still, my mouth completely gaped and my knuckles white from gripping onto this door handle so firmly.

She turns around with her brows furrowed, confusion on her face due to my silence.

My eyes widen even more when she fully faces me. The smooth dark green dress hugs every part of her body perfectly. The straps are barely existent, giving clear visual access to her tattooed collarbone, where I plan to place my lips most of the night until they can be placed somewhere else less appropriate for public eyes.

“Logan,” I finally say before closing my mouth, taking a deep audible swallow.

If I’m speaking, I must have a pulse. Right?

Her features soften then blush when she realizes my silence is due to shock. “Can you help me with my dress?” she softly asks again, cocking her head.

My eyes wander over her frame once again, noting the heels that show off her light pink toes, the slit that draws my eye right to her legs. My mind races, wondering what kind of panties she has on and if that slit will move just enough for me to find out.

But then I remember how tight this dress is on her hips and ass. There’s no way in hell she’s wearing any kind of panties under this, and that makes this slit even more intriguing.

Maybe I can fuck her with this dress on by just moving the slit over a few inches. Maybe in the coat closet during the reception. That could be fun.

Her freshly painted fingers graze down her thigh, exactly where I’m staring.

Fuck, she’s killing me.

“Eli,” she laughs, pulling me out of my trance.

My eyes dart to hers as I continue to bite down on my lower lip. “Hmm?”

“My dress,” she says with amusement. “Can you tie it up?” She turns her back towards me, showing me the long green strings that need to be tied for this thing to not slip right off her body.

I finally put one foot in front of the other, trusting my knees not to buckle. She gathers her hair once again, getting it out of the way.

As soon as my calloused fingertips graze her shoulder, I take a deep breath, feeling calmer and more alive just by touching her skin. I gently trail my fingers across her shoulder, taking my time and admiring the goosebumps that form in their wake.

Bending down, I connect my lips to her ignited skin as I kiss the bumps away. My hands softly trail down her arms as she melts into me, her eyes closed, taking in my touch.

“Logan, you look incredible,” I whisper as my hands leave her forearms, tracing up her thighs. My middle finger hooks into the dress’ slit, and I could not be more tempted to keep exploring what’s underneath.

My palms find her hips, pushing her back into my body, my fingers sliding around and engulfing her middle before they wander upward, touching every square inch of my favorite girl’s body.

I trail my lips across the peak of her shoulder, closing in on the corner that connects to her neck, before feeling her rapid pulse beneath them.

Well, at least she has a pulse, whereas I’m still not convinced that I do.

“Do you like it?” Logan asks.

My head falls to her shoulder with a defeated laugh. “I don’t think ‘like’ is a strong enough word. Hell, I don’t think ‘love’ is a strong enough word.”

“You don’t think it’s too much?” she worries, which is her favorite thing to ask when she feels even slightly nervous about what she’s wearing.

“Fuck no. I can’t wait to show you off in it. And I can’t wait to peel it off you later.” I watch the satisfied smile creep across her lips.

Taking a step back from her, I rub my hand across my jaw as I check out her backside again.

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