Page 31 of Loving the Sinner
I take some deep breaths, willing myself to calm the fuck down because if she chooses not to go with any of these dresses, then I’m going to have to watch her twirl and pose in even more of them and I’m not going to be able to keep my dick soft no matter how much I try.
I hear the click of the door open and my heart starts beating in my ears as I take in the goddess before me.
This dress looks like it was made for Elli. The light blue satin fabric makes her skin glow and her eyes pop. The cowl neckline dips just below the valley of her breasts, giving a peek at the top of her glorious tits. The top is tight against her belly and the skirt flows down just above her knees. When she spins, I see it’s an open back with a crisscross tie that she’s knotted, and the skirt sits just above the swell of her ass.
My dick is rock hard in my pants now and I’m so glad I wore dark jeans so hopefully she can’t see how much this is affecting me.
“So? What do you think?” She asks, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
“I think you look ethereal,” I whisper.
“Thank you.” She blushes, and I see it travel down her chest. “So, which dress should I wear?”
I pretend to think about it for a minute, but I know my answer immediately. And it makes me feel like an asshole. “This dress is less cocktail, and more ‘club’. I think you should wear the black one for your date.”
The word “date” is sour on my tongue, but no way in hell is she wearing this on a date with Matt. Some caveman part of my brain never wants her to wear this for anyone else but me. Unfair? Probably. But I’m just going to go with it.
“Yeah, I thought so too. Plus, I don’t want to embarrass anyone.”
“You could never embarrass anyone in that dress, Elli. I promise. I just know Matt, and I think you’ll feel more comfortable wherever he takes you in the black one.”
She nods, “I’m going to go change, then we can head out.”
The door closes with a soft click and I scrub my face and try not to groan. I hear some shuffling in the room and Elli mutters something I can’t understand.
“Wes? Can you, uh, help me? I think I tied the knot too tight and I can’t get it undone to take the dress off.”
Fuck me sideways.
“Yeah, of course.” I stand, try to subtly adjust myself in my jeans, and wait for her to open the door.
Untie the knot then leave. It’s not difficult. She’s your friend. You’re just helping her out.
Elli opens the door and ushers me in. It’s more cramped in here than I thought it’d be, which does nothing for my aroused state. Elli’s facing the mirror and gives me an embarrassed, appreciative smile.
My calloused fingers gently grab the thin silky material tied in a knot in the middle of her back, and as hard as I try not to, I graze her skin as I work the knot loose. I hear Elli’s sharp intake of breath and look up to make sure I didn’t hurt her, but she’s not looking at me.
Her face is flushed as she stares down at her toes, and as my eyes snag on her taut nipples pressing against the fabric of the dress. They’re justbeggingto be licked and nibbled on.
It makes me feel a tiny bit better that I’m not the only one feeling hot and bothered in this cramped dressing room.
I take my time working the knot loose, teasing my fingertips against her soft skin. I want to kiss theexposed skin of her shoulder and up her neck, pull her closer so she can grind her ass against me. I want to drop this dress to the ground and make a meal out of her.
“There you go.” I rasp as the strings come loose and I step back away from Elli.
“Thank you.” Her voice is breathy as she responds.
I step out of the dressing room and immediately miss the closeness to Elli’s body. This next month is going to be difficult if I can’t get my feelings in check.
Once Elli’s paid for the clothes, we head back to my car and drive silently back to her apartment. Like the gentleman I try to be, I help her take her new wardrobe in and drop the bags in the living room.
“Thank you for taking me shopping. And for taking Izzy to the airport with me. I really appreciate it. Although I’m sure you had other plans that would have been more fun.” Elli and I are standing at the threshold of her apartment saying goodbye.
“I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else today.” And I mean that. Today was a good day.
I’m about to say “see you later” when Elli abruptly wraps her arms around my waist in a hug. I only hesitate for a second before wrapping my arms around her shoulders in return.
When she pulls back slightly and presses her lips softly against my cheek, I swear an electric current shoots down my spine at the contact.
