You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors #1) - Layla Hagen Page 0,22
handle this.”
She went directly to a salesperson and they spoke about lengths and styles and God knows what else before the woman disappeared. Josie closed the curtains.
I poured water in my glass and nearly toppled it over when I heard a zipper. She was undressing. I drew in a sharp breath, focusing on my glass.
The woman—Honor was the name on her badge—brought a handful of dresses, handing them over to Josie. When Honor left, she didn’t draw the curtains to the changing room all the way together.
I played with the rim of the glass, determined not to look.
Five seconds later, I lost the battle with myself and glanced up. I was getting more than an eyeful. Was she doing this on purpose? To torment me? No, that wasn’t her style.
The right thing to do would have been to tell her that I had a direct view, but as of late, when it came to Josie, I couldn’t seem to be able to do the right thing.
She was gorgeous. I got an eyeful of her legs and—
Fuck me.
The panties she was wearing... were those even panties? They covered nothing of her ass. The front was semitransparent.
I glanced at the glass in my hand again, attempting to calm down. It was useless. I had a raging hard-on.
I fought to get it under control, and by the time she came out, I’d succeeded somewhat, but I was hanging by a very thin thread.
She was wearing a red dress that was just... perfection.
“What do you think?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Does it fit the bill?”
“Definitely.”
“Okay. We’re done, then.”
“Buy more. More than the ones she brought you. About ten. You’ll be situated then for a few months.”
“Okay.”
Forty minutes later, Josie came out wearing the last dress. White with silver streaks, showcasing every curve. She was so goddamn sexy in it that I nearly swallowed my tongue. Her breasts were peeking out of the top of the gown, her neck and shoulders on full display.
“I love this dress. But I want something to cover my shoulders.”
“I can call Honor to find something.”
“No, just give me that scarf, I think it will work with all the dresses. I can throw it over my shoulders and just knot it in the front.”
She pointed to a mannequin with a silver scarf around its neck. I brought it, but instead of handing it to Josie, I wrapped it around her shoulders myself.
I rested my thumbs on her clavicle, desperate to steal a touch under the pretense of playing the fiancé.
“This took longer than we thought,” she said.
“I’m not complaining.”
“How so?”
“You didn’t close the curtains completely.”
She gasped. “Naughty fiancé.”
“That’s not naughty, Josie.” I dragged my thumbs up the sides of her neck, stopping at the nape, coming closer. “If I’d been naughty, I would’ve come after you in that changing room and kissed you until you moaned.”
“Hunter, you can’t say these things,” she whispered. Her cheeks turned pink. Her pulse accelerated. I felt its thrum under my thumbs.
“Of course, I can. I’m your fiancé.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Just wait until I’m your husband.”
The skin on her arms broke out in goose bumps. Her breath caught. Her reaction to me was intoxicating. A touch wasn’t enough anymore. I needed a kiss.
The salesperson was coming our way. I could pass this off as a kiss for the public, right?
I sealed my mouth over Josie’s the next second, and every doubt I had subsided, because she was kissing me back with a fervor that nearly brought me to my knees. When she sucked on my tongue, instinct overpowered every rational thought.
I wanted to kiss, claim, fuck.
I had no idea how I managed to pull back, but I did.
Josie averted her gaze, turning to Honor, who was looking between us with a wide smile.
“We’re taking everything,” I informed her.
“I’ll just change, and you can pack this up too,” Josie said.
She busied herself for longer than necessary inside. I didn’t feel too guilty, because Josie had enjoyed the kiss. It had been there in her body language, the way she’d kissed me back. The way she’d pressed her thighs together.
I poured myself another glass of water while Josie changed, even though she’d pulled the curtains all the way together this time.
Dammit, I was a jerk. What was I thinking, convincing myself it was okay to kiss her just because she liked it? Why wouldn’t she enjoy kissing? That didn’t mean it was okay for me to do it.
But ever since we’d decided to go through with this, it was as if a switch