Page 73 of Twisted Trust
Leaning up onto my tip toes, I bring my face close to his until there’s barely a hair’s breadth between our lips. “The zipper on my dress is stuck,” I say softly. “Does that count as an emergency?”
He leans forward a fraction just as I lean back, and despite how much I ache to give in to that kiss, it doesn’t happen. Levi’s golden eyes turn dark and his lips press into a firm line. Then his jaw clicks and he finally pushes off the door frame.
“Turn around.” His voice is deep and smooth like warm honey, and my stomach somersaults in delight as he steps deeper into my room.
Every step he takes is mirrored by me until we’re closer to the bed. Only then do I turn around and tilt my head to the left while gathering all my hair to one side and giving free, unrestricted access to the zipper on the back of my dress.
“This zipper?” He touches my back just above the edge of my dress and strokes his knuckle between my bare shoulder blades. His touch is like a jolt of electricity moving through me and a shudder rolls through my shoulders, followed by a sprinkling of tingling shivers down my arms.
“Mmhmm.”
His touch glides slowly down to the zipper and he stands so close that I can feel the warmth radiating from his entire body. It sends another shudder through me and warmth curls tightly in my gut, twisting and turning as the anticipation ofmorethrobs right through my core.
But he doesn’t give me more. Instead, he focuses on the zipper and pulls it down in one slow, smooth motion. The fabric gradually loosens around my body, and each breath comes easier without the restriction of the bodice.
As it loosens, I wriggle my shoulders slowly from side to side to adjust myself within the dress. It slips an inch just before Levi gets the zipper to the bottom near the rise of my ass, and I bite back a smile.
I want to see his face. I want him to suffer as much as I did on the drive home having to keep my hands to myself while Scott dozed in my arms. Thank God Chip went to take him to bed.
The sounds of Levi’s breathing hitch as he unzips the last inch while I tighten my stomach and wriggle my shoulders once more. My dress slips again. Another inch. Then I slowly turn around to face Levi as the fabric slips past my hips and pools on the floor around my ankles like liquid silk.
Our eyes meet.
Levi’s are completely dark and he holds my gaze with such intensity that warmth bursts all across my naked skin. I stand before him wearing only my panties and the silk stockings I had on under my dress. Levi’s gaze is unwavering, and I’m almost insulted by how well he’s resisting glancing at my tits.
That dress didn’t allow for a bra, so the least he could do is sneak a peek. But he doesn’t. He’s staring at me with suchheatthat I feel like I’m drowning in him. As if I’ll blink and suddenly be adrift in the dark, hungry desire in his eyes.
But he still doesn’t act.
He’s really leaning into this gentleman act, huh?
“Thanks,” I say, fighting the weight my tongue gains under the alcohol I drank this evening.
“Is there anything else?” He’s unblinking. Unwavering. I saw him drink almost the same as me, but he seems to be holding itbetter than I can. Or he’s in as much turmoil as I am and just better at hiding it.
“I had a lot to drink,” I murmur. “Help me to the shower?”
Levi rolls his eyes. “You can walk.”
“Can I?” Immediately, I sag forward against him and my fingertips brush his burning skin where his shirt meets his abs.
Levi immediately circles an arm around my waist and grunts. “You’re not serious.”
I can’t keep it up for much longer and a smile breaks across my face. “Help me.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re stuck up.”
“Really?” His brow twitches. “That’s what you think I am?” With his arm around my waist, he starts to guide me toward the shower, and something in me makes me resist. I’m making it as difficult for him as I can by dragging my heels and leaning away from all his attempts to move me.
“I’m standing before you naked and you’re not looking!”
“I’m being respectful.”
“Since when?”
“Since we both had a lot to drink.”
