That is, hands down, the sexiest fucking dress I’ve ever seen.
It was true, but only because Ellie was the sexiest fuckingwomanhe’d ever seen.
“Is this…okay?” She sounded uncharacteristically insecure. “I can put on something different if this isn’t—”
“No!” Lucky blurted the word so loudly, his voice literally echoed throughout the room. “Uh…I mean…it’s fine.”So fucking fine.“You look…perfect.” It was the only word in the English language worthy of her description.
“Thanks.” A slight pinkish hue filled her cheeks. “You clean up nicely, too.”
He glanced down at the clothes he’d changed into and shrugged. “Not quite the transformation you pulled off, but I figured clean jeans, and an ironed shirt would be better than holes and wrinkles.”
When he looked up at her and winked, Lucky could’ve sworn he saw something in her mesmerizing stare. He stepped toward her, but as he did, whatever had been there before disappeared.
Damn.
“You ready?”
Ellie’s voice pulled him back into the moment. “Yep.” He turned and started for the door.
Normally he’d let the woman take the lead, but since it was literally his job to protect her, Lucky was taking no chances during their little impromptu outing.
Please let this idea work.
On the drive to the club, he went over all the usual ground rules. Where Ellie went, he went…no accepting drinks from anyone other than him…no dancing with strangers…no going to the restroom alone…
That last one had damn near caused World War III, but once he explained the logistics, Ellie hadn’t taken long to cool off.
I won’t be in the restroom while you’re using it, El. I’ll simply clear the restroom of anyone else before you enter, and then wait for you in the hallway, just outside the door.
By the time they were walking into the exclusive club, Ellie seemed more relaxed than he’d seen her in days. And an hour into their unexpected night out, the gorgeous attorney appeared as if she didn’t have a single care in the world.
“This was the best idea ever!” She spoke loudly, leaning in close so he could hear over the music. “Thank you for bringing me here!”
“You’re welcome!” Lucky practically shouted back. His heart gave a hard kick to his ribs when he took in her beautiful wide smile.
The upbeat pop song they were dancing to was one he knew well. But for reasons he didn’t bother to fight, his brain suddenly couldn’t seem to follow any of the lyrics.
Probably had something to do with the brunette goddess dancing before him. That and the fact that her sensual, suggestive moves threatened to put him into a trance from which he never wanted to be freed.
Fucking incredible.
A few songs later, the music softened and slowed. On reflex, Lucky linked her hand with his and turned to leave the dance floor. He was met with a resistance he hadn’t seen coming.
“What’s wrong?” He instinctively began looking at their immediate area.
But Ellie pulled on his hand to bring him closer, and when he leaned down, she asked him, “Where are you going?”
“It’s a slow song.” He spoke right next to her ear.
She moved to look up at him, her brows dipping with confusion. “So?”
“I didn’t figure you’d want to dance to a song like this.”
Ellie’s expression changed, then. Her features softened. The blues in her eyes somehow darkened. And her kissable, bow-shaped lips lifted into a smile that left him hard as as a fucking steel rod.
“You know…” She stepped in close, her hands curling around his shoulders as she began moving back and forth to the beat of the song. “If this little protection detail arrangement of ours is going to work, you’re going to have to stop assuming you know what I’m thinking.”
Without thinking better of it, Lucky put his hands on her narrow hips. The black satin beneath his touch radiated with the heat from her tempting feminine form.