Page 145 of Stay for Me
I kiss the side of her head. “No, I promise that is not the word anyone will use.”
Stunning. Gorgeous. Enchanting. Those are the words that will be printed in the paper about Brenna. She’s absolutely breathtaking, and I am somehow lucky enough to be escorting her in public. Catherine had her styled by one of the best designers, who crafted a dress that is elegant without looking as if she’s trying too hard. It’s long, emerald-green, and has a long slit, giving me the perfect view of her perfect legs. That’s not even the best part—no, that’s the back.
Or, I should say, the complete lack of it.
Her smooth skin is there for me to touch all night, and I fully plan to do that and a lot more.
“Can we just say I was sick?” she asks as she looks in the mirror in the foyer of the suite.
I roll my eyes. “No, we can’t say you were sick. It’s my premiere, and everyone knows you’re going to be on my arm tonight.”
“But no one wants to see me anyway.”
“I want to see you.”
“You can see me when you get back.”
I love her, but she’s killing me. “Look, you’re gorgeous, and I want to show you off.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, looking up at me. “I like when it’s just us.”
“Me too, but my movie schedule is grueling, and we talked about this.”
“I know, and I’m so proud of you, Jacob. I’m just being insecure.”
I shift closer to kiss her, but she leans away with a smile. “No kisses or you’ll smudge my makeup.”
My hands move down her back, feeling my way down to her ass. “Really?”
“Yes, really!”
“What if I kiss you here?” I ask as my mouth grazes the side of her neck. “Do you have makeup there?”
She giggles softly. “No.”
“Interesting . . . and what about here?” I move to her shoulder, pulling the strap as I go.
“No makeup there, but you’re going to mess up my dress.”
I turn her so she faces the mirror, and I can see that her eyes are filled with lust. While I’m sure Catherine left sex while dressed in formal wear off the list of things we shouldn’t do before we leave, it’s one I think we both need.
I want her out of her head, feeling as beautiful as I see her. “Lift your skirt,” I command. She watches me in the glass, chest rising and falling. “Lift it up so I don’t ruin it.”
She pulls it up, the slit playing peek-a-boo with her thigh. “Like that?”
I shake my head. “Higher.” While she pulls up, my hand slides down the front of her dress. “More, baby. I want to see what you’re wearing underneath this dress.”
Brenna moans softly as I cup her breast. “Jacob.”
“See this woman in front of me? She’s a goddess. She makes me fucking crazy with need. There’s no one else like her, and she’s mine.”
“Yours,” she says as a breath.
My other hand moves to her thigh, just barely grazing the skin there. “Lift your dress up, beautiful, or I might tear it off.”
“Please,” she begs softly.
“Please what?”
