Page 81 of A Ryan Recollection

She places a soft, manicured hand on my arm and sucks in a deep breath as though she’s holding in her excitement. “But first, your gown,” she squeaks, clapping her hands together. “Shall we try it?”

“Yes,” I give a little squeal of excitement too. I am so pumped for the ball and Callie has promised to find me the perfect gown.

“It’s behind here,” she says, pulling back the thick velvet curtain a little and ushering me to step inside.

“Um, I thought you tried on clothes out here, baby?” Liam says.

I turn and smile at him. “I do, but not my gown.”

“No,” Callie agrees, shaking her head at him.

His brows knit into a frown. “Why?”

“Because you’re not allowed to see it until the ball,” I admonish him.

“So fucking unfair,” he grumbles.

“Your Jessie has plenty of beautiful clothes to try on for you after her gown,” Callie tells him with a wink.

After I tryon my gown, which is exquisitely perfect, Callie zips it into a bag and hangs it for me. When we’re done, I step out of the small curtained area in just my underwear. She bustles around beside me, sorting clothes into piles. Liam, however, simply stares at me, his dark eyes roaming over my body and making me blush.

“Would you like me to stay and help?” Callie asks as she stands straight, blowing a stray curl from her forehead.

“No,” Liam says immediately, making her laugh.

“He is so like his brother, no?” she says to me with a pop of one perfectly manicured eyebrow.

“He is,” I agree.

“You both have one hour before the store opens again,” she adds with a smile before she slips out of the room, leaving us alone.

“So now you try on all of these?” Liam asks, his eyes narrowed as he glances around the room.

“If you’d like me to?” I offer. I have no doubt that all of it will fit me perfectly because Callie knows my size and what suits me. “Where should I start?”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows hard. “The workout gear,” he says with a low growl.

I smile as I walk over to it. His tastes are so different to his brothers. Conor would have gone straight for the black mini dress, while Mikey and Shane would have chosen the sexy underwear.

Fingering the soft, lilac material I flutter my eyelashes at him. “You know I don’t usually wear underwear with my workout gear?”

“Yeah,” he grunts.

“Okay,” I whisper as I unhook my bra, keeping my gaze fixed on his as I peel it off and over my arms.

His eyes darken and he licks his lips.

Dropping my bra to the floor, I slide my hands over my stomach and hips, hooking my thumbs into the band of my panties before slowly working them down my legs.

“Fuck, Jessie,” he groans as he pushes himself out of the chair. In a few swift moves he has me wrapped in his huge arms, my back against his chest and his face in my hair. “You know what you do to me, baby,” he growls in my ear.

“I thought you wanted me to try on the clothes?” I whisper, aware that I won’t be doing any such thing now, and that’s fine with me.

“Is there any chance Callie will come back in here?”

“No. She knows not to disturb us.”

“Fuck!” he hisses.

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