Page 63 of Obsessed Heir

I reach down for her dress just as she does, and we bump into each other, her hip brushing my cock.

“I’ve got it.” She holds out her left hand, fingers spread, keeping me at bay.

I watch, my jaw clenched, as this beautiful woman kneels naked at my feet to gather her clothing.

I’ve never wanted to scoop a woman up and carry her off before, but the urge has my blood pounding in my veins. All I can do is clench my fist as she brings that sorry excuse for a dress up to cover herself.

“These are fantastic,” Holly gushes, her attention focused on reviewing the images on the screen. “You two have ridiculous chemistry.”

Abigail runs her hands along her thighs, pulling at the bottom of her dress. Then she swipes her tousled hair over her shoulders and heads around the bed, clearly intent on making her escape.

“I’ll head back to my room,” she says as she rushes past Holly and out the door.

I’ve never been an impulsive man, always priding myself on being in control. But something about Abigail breaks down every ounce of restraint.

I want her. Only the thinnest thread of sanity is keeping me from chasing after the woman and making her mine completely.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” Holly says, her pointed words drawing my attention from the closed door. “You’d better rein it in.” She pins me with a warning look. “She’s not the kind of girl who’s disposable.”

I haven’t been able to shake that fact since the moment she stepped aboard the ship.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Abigail

“Can we do a couple without the dress?”

Every muscle in my body stiffens.

“Excuse me?” I squeak out. I must have misunderstood what she said.

“Barron can cover you with his arm,” Holly explains, her voice as casual as if she’s asking if I need a break.

My ears are ringing so loud the sound drowns out everything else. How can they possibly expect me to do this? I can’t… She has to have seen what I’m wearing under this. No, I can’t do it.

Barron is standing right behind me, close enough that I feel the heat coming off his body…and other reactions. He’s aroused, and the awareness it triggers sends conflicting emotions crashing over me. How am I supposed to go flat-out naked in front ofhim?

“Come on, little thief,” Barron’s deep voice rumbles in my ear.

The nickname stings, a painful reminder he’ll never let me live down. I straighten my shoulders, steeling myself against the emotions boiling inside me.

Asshole.He dares to bring up that incident now? How could a rich, self-centered jerk like him ever understand what it’s like to be me? His parents gave him everything, while my only parent walked away, leaving me on my own to go hungry.

His thumb comes down, burning a trail along my shoulder. The touch is gentle, almost tender. But I know it’s far from that. Holly couldn’t have been more on point. He really is the big, bad billionaire, while I’m the helpless nobody caught in his spell.

Move…move away before this goes any further.

But my body doesn’t care about my outrage and indignation. Instead, the sensitive skin along the inside of my thigh tingles with awareness. It’s a reminder of what it was like to have his thumb stroking me intimately.

Goose bumps race up my back and along my shoulders. Has he noticed my body’s reaction to his touch? The flush of embarrassment washes over me from head to toe.

He switches arms, bringing down the other strap. I instinctively put an arm across my chest, letting the dress slide to the floor at my feet. I’m left exposed and vulnerable, practically naked, with Barron shadowing me.

“It’ll just be one quick picture, then we’re done, I promise.” Holly still sounds so calm as she takes the last shot she needs.

A rush of cool air surrounds me, reminding me I’m all but naked, with Barron McClelland standing nearby…aroused.

“Barron.” Holly’s voice breaks into my daydreams. “Let’s have your right arm covering her.”

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