Page 89 of The Bridges I've Burned

“And what if I’m mad at you?” I asked, eyeing him curiously. “For putting me in this in the first place?”

“I don’t think you are.” His voice was so fucking sexy.

His fingers found the strings that tied the corset, and he slowly began to pull. I let out a gasp.

This was definitely not a game anymore.

The bow came loose, and he tugged the satin laces free. My breath grew ragged as I watched him, his eyes never leaving mine. With his arm locked around my middle, he kept the dress in place as the bodice began to loosen. I could feel his hard body against mine. His need for me.

He spun me around to face him. We were so close; I could feel his heart beating in his chest. He kept one hand firmly around my waist, still keeping the bodice pinned to my body, which surprised me.

I was supposed to be undressing after all.

His other hand drifted back up my leg, thoroughly enjoying all the other benefits of this dress.

“Seems like you are more than capable of untying a few laces,” I quipped.

“Turns out, they aren’t that different from shoelaces.”

“So, what you’re saying is, you really didn’t need to come here at all.”

“Oh, no.” He grinned. His eyes seemed almost brighter under the fluorescent lights. “I definitely did.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I needed to do this.”

His mouth closed over mine, and I let out a gasp. Or maybe it was a groan. All I knew was that my body felt like it was going to combust if I didn’t get more of him.

Nothing should feel this good.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he parted my lips with his tongue. My hands dived into his hair like it was my last dying wish. That hand of his that had been hanging out on my thigh suddenly started climbing, digging into my ass as he hoisted me up. My legs curled around his waist just as the dress shifted, and the thigh slit suddenly took center stage, parting the dress like the Red Sea.

At least my lace panties matched the dress.

He pushed me up against the mirror as his fingers dug into my waist. My thighs tightened, and I could feel him, hard and ready beneath his jeans.

Zander kissed like a fucking pro. Like a man who knew exactly what to do with his mouth. He scattered kisses down my neck, along my collarbone, until we were both nearly breathless.

His forehead rested against mine. “I should have never come in here.”

I stiffened at the sound of his words. What?

He looked up at me and smirked. “I don’t think Gretchen would approve of all the things I want to do to you in that dress.”

My heart stuttered as he slowly pulled back and my feet touched the floor.

“And if I don’t leave, I’m pretty sure she’ll find out.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You think I’d let you fuck me in a dressing room?”

He chuckled, and the sound of it was like a warm caress over my skin. “Ten seconds ago, I’m pretty sure you would have said yes to anything.”

He’s not wrong.

But like hell I was telling him that.

“Are you always this cocky?”

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