Page 22 of Indiscretion

Without thinking, I wiped it away with my thumb. “Eye makeup,” I said.

But when she looked up at me with her big green eyes, something shifted, and our laughter trailed off. We were sitting so close, I could smell the sweet cream frosting from the wedding cake on her breath. It made me salivate. Naomi’s tongue traced a line along her bottom lip, making it wet and ripe for tasting. But we weren’t at the wedding anymore, amid the safety of two-hundred-and-fifty people looking at the dance floor. We werealone, just the two of us in a house with a bed. And that kiss earlier made me painfully aware that if I started things a second time, there was no way in hell I’d be able to stop. I knew that for a fact, yet I wasn’t sure I cared. A little war raged inside of me, debating whether I should lean in the two inches and sayfuck itor get up and put some space between us.

But then Naomi hiccupped again.

And it was like someone threw a bucket of cold water over me. I had a nice buzz going, but she wasdrunk. I was a lot of shitty things, but I was not a man who took advantage of women—though being this close to her definitely tested my morality.

I stood. “We should probably get some sleep. I need to head out early tomorrow morning.”

Naomi blinked a few times. “Oh. Yeah, okay.”

She looked as disappointed as I felt, yet I stuffed my hands into my pockets for safekeeping. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Dawson.”

I swore under my breath as I watched her sexy ass sashay down the hall to the bedroom. For a little thing, she had a decent amount of junk in her trunk.What I wouldn’t do to rip off the thong I know she has under there with my teeth.

Once the show was over, and the door had shut behind her, I stripped out of my clothes. I hadn’t known I was going to have a roomie, so I didn’t pack sweats to sleep in or anything. My underwear was going to have to make do. Naomi had mentioned she was a late sleeper anyway, so I’d likely be up and out before she was even awake. I really did need to get on the road early. Plus, she’d seen me naked already, and I wasn’t exactly modest.

I flicked off the lamp, shook out the blanket, and did my best to get comfortable on the little couch. But a few minutes later, the sound of a door opening made my eyes pop open. My heart raced as footsteps grew nearer.

“Dawson?” Naomi whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I need help with the zipper. I tried to do it myself again, but I think I got more hair caught.”

I’d forgotten all about her hair being stuck. I smiled and sat up. “Fair warning, I didn’t pack any PJs, so I’m in my underwear.”

“Oh.” She turned her back to me. “I need to face this way anyway.”

My damn heart pounded as I stepped close to her, and my body reacted to how good she smelled—floral, with a hint of sweet. The only woman I’d ever helped with a zipper andnotended up in bed with was my mother. It didn’t help that it was dark, and I was wearing only my underwear. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so attracted to a woman. Emily was sexy, but in an almost harsh, artificial way. Naomi was the girl next door. I didn’t want to embarrass myself if she turned around, so when I reached for the zipper, I closed my eyes and attempted to pretend she was my mother.

But my mother didnotsmell this good. And I never had the urge to run my fingers along my mother’s bare shoulder to touch her soft skin. And I certainly never felt myself growing hard as a rock as I worked on her zipper.

I needed to do this fast and get my ass back on the couch and under the covers. But her damn hair was really tangled. After a minute or two, it became clear that I wasn’t going to be able to fix this mess in the dark.

“Do you think we can put on that lamp, so I can see better?” I asked.

“Sure. I’ll do it.” Naomi walked over to the end table and turned the light on. I’d only been in the dark five minutes, but apparently my pupils had adjusted. The shock of light caused my eyes to close. After a few seconds, I blinked them open, still squinting. Naomi was wide-eyed, staring at the bulge in my underwear. I couldn’t even attempt to pretend I wasn’t half hard.

“Sorry. I, uh… You smell really good.”

She smiled and covered her mouth. “I’m glad I don’t have one of those to tell my secrets.”

My eyes dropped to her chest. Her nipples were practically piercing through the silky material of her dress. I groaned. “Turn around or you’re going to get poked in the ass while I work on that zipper.”

Unfortunately, Naomi’s backside looked just as good as the front side, so I needed to get this shit done and pray the bedroom door had a lock on it. I had no idea how she’d managed to get so much of her hair snarled in the zipper, but it took a while to free it all.

“Your hair is out, but the zipper itself still won’t budge.” I jiggled the metal pull. “I don’t want to break it.”

“It’s fine. I can get the zipper replaced. Just break it, if you have to. I don’t want to sleep in the dress.”

“Alright.” This time, instead of a gentle tug, I gave it a good, firm yank. That did the trick. The zipper split open, but unfortunately, it unzipped all the way down to Naomi’s waist, far enough for me to confirm what I’d already suspected: Naomi wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Shit.”

“What happened?”

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