Page 161 of Unravel Me

Her gaze rises to mine, thoughtful, curious. Slowly, she slides her arms around my waist, pressing up on her toes to touch her lips to mine. “Thank you.”

I’m about to coax her mouth wide open, see if she’ll let me slide my tongue in there for just a quick taste, but a throat clears beside us.

“I’m sorry,” the sales associate apologizes. “We don’t have any twelves left, but I do have some tens. Would you like to try one?”

“Oh shoot. That was my favorite. Um…” Rosie drums her fingertips against her chin, then waves a hand through the air. “That’s okay. It probably won’t fit.”

The sales attendant holds the dress up next to Rosie and glances at me. We both nod.

Rosie looks up at us with hopeful eyes. “Yeah? You think?” She waves off my reply before I can give it. “No.” She frowns. “Okay, maybe. What the hell, right?”

The sales attendant leads us back to the fitting rooms, and I collapse into a plush, oversized chair as Rosie disappears into her little room. There are at least twenty women roaming this store, and the only other man is sitting on the opposite side of the changeroom, buried under a pile of dresses, watching sports updates on his phone from what I can hear. He looks at me, and I give him a half wave that he returns with a nod and the bump of his fist twice against his chest.

Solidarity, brother,he mouths.

I scroll aimlessly through my phone while I wait for Rosie, checking in with Carter to see how Connor’s doing over at their place. When five minutes turn to ten, and Rosie’s silence turns to grunts, I make my way to her door and knock gently.

“Everything okay in there?”

“Um…yeah. No. I think…I think this dress is…not for me.”

“Let’s see.”

“Um…no. No thanks. I think I need to go up a size.”

“Whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

“Or something less revealing, maybe.”

Less revealing?I’m totally not proud of the way my dick rises to attention, like his presence has just been requested. I press a little closer to the door, mostly because I want in but also because I don’t want my buddy over there to see the hard-on I’m suddenly sporting.

I knock again, lowering my voice to a whisper. “Lemme see, baby. I bet you look perfect.”

The door cracks open, and Rosie steps aside, eyes trained on the floor as she lets me in. I close the door behind me, my gaze falling down her body in that tight little dress.

She tucks her hair behind her ear and gestures at the body I can’t take my eyes off, the one filling every inch of satin so flawlessly, sending a rush of blood to my throbbing cock. “Curse of the mom bod, am I right?” She forces a chuckle, and when I don’t say anything, her eyes come to mine, delicate voice cracking. “Adam? Why aren’t you saying anything?” She reaches for the zipper on her back. “This was silly. I can’t pull something like this off. I don’t have the body—”

She gasps as I push her against the wall, jaw grasped between my fingers. Wide green eyes stare up at me, her cheeks flushed with the same heat that pulses through me.

“I mean this in the politest way possible, Rosie, I swear, but for the love of God, shut up. And if you don’t, if you say one more thing about this body that isn’t praising how fuckingexquisiteit is, I’m going to do us both a favor and shut you up with my cock in your mouth.”

My hand slips to her throat, squeezing it gently, holding her in place as I dip my head and drink her in once more. Crimson satin squeezes her waist, stretching across her full hips. The slit up her thigh is sky-high, begging my hand to slip below and find out how warm she is, how wet. My eyes climb up, zeroing in on the deep plunge in her cleavage, the heave of her full, plush tits. The tip of my finger skims her side, runs up the center of her chest, traces the swell of her breasts, along her collarbone and to that dainty strap that hangs off her shoulder. I slip my finger below it, toying with it, before I grip it and haul her forward.

“Feel like making some noise for me, trouble?”

Her eyes dart to the door. “Here? But—oooh.”

“Good start, angel,” I hum, stroking her pussy through her panties. “I’m gonna take these off, okay?”

She nods frantically and lifts her foot, like she thinks I’m gonna slip them off. Instead, I ball the flimsy lace in my fist and rip.

“Oops.”

“Asshole,” she breathes, hiking her leg around my hip as I drag my hands up her thighs, gripping two fistfuls of her ass.

“Aw, see, I was gonna be nice and fuck you slow and gentle so you could keep quiet.” I shove the dress up over her hips, and a shiver races down my spine at the sound it makes when it rips. “Now I think I’ll make sure everyone in here knows my name.”

“Adam—”

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