"Is that why you walked away earlier? Because you don't think you're good enough for me?”
"I'm not good enough for you," he said.Nowthe certainty was there.
"You want to be good enough, don't you?" I ask. He was as reluctant to walk away from this as I was. Crazy as it seemed, there was a connection between us, a bond. One that had been stretched to its limits, but hadn't broken.
"Sounds like a lot of hard work," he muttered.
I sniffed. "You really do know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?"
He smirked. "I wouldn't have a fucking clue. Never cared to before."
He stalked back over to me, took hold of the zipper and eased it down.
The dress slid down my shoulders and landed in a pool at my feet. Before it could get too wrinkled, I stepped out of it, snatched it up and placed it back on the hanger.
He appraised my reflexion. My bare breasts and lacy black thong. I made no attempt to cover myself.
"You look better out of that dress." He gripped my shoulders, turned me around and pressed me down to the other chair beside the one that held my clothes. He knelt in front of me and parted my thighs. Eyes on me, he pulled the front of my panties aside and grazed his fingers over my entrance.
"Are you always so wet or is it just when I'm around?" he asked.
"You seem to have that effect on me," I said, holding back a groan. The whole store didn't need to hear.
He leaned down to place his face between my thighs and drew in a long breath. "You smell so fucking good." He flicked out his tongue, barely touching my clit. It was enough to send a full body shiver all the way through me.
"I'm not going to fuck you until I'm worthy of you," he whispered. "But I'm going to taste you."
He lapped at me again. With one hand, he palmed my nipple, making it hard. With the other, he spread my arousal around my pussy before sliding a couple of fingers inside me.
I bit my lip to hold back a groan, my hands on the chair on either side of me. Knuckles white, I held on while I rocked my hips against his face, my breasts bouncing with each movement.
"You taste incredible," he said between licks. He fastened his lips on my clit and sucked, working me inside and out until I came, holding back a cry as best I could. Shattering into uncountable pieces spread across a million universes.
I came back to Earth as one of the store assistants knocked on the door.
"Is everything okay in there?" she called out, in a cheerful tone.
I fought back a laugh, cleared my throat and called back. "Everything is perfect. Thank you."
Woody smirked and wiped a hand over the back of his mouth. "You're going to buy that dress, then we'll get some dinner and take it back to your place."
"Right." That reminded me why we were meeting Forrest and Leif back at my apartment. If they found Savannah, they would have called. The lack of a call didn't mean they hadn't made progress in the last hour or so.
Had they found a way to sell me?
CHAPTER 9
SABLE
"Woody picked that?" Leif asked, looking me up and down.
"Yeah, I did, so what?" Woody narrowed his eyes at him. “Something wrong with it?”
"Nothing's wrong with it. It’s perfect." Leif slapped him on the shoulder.
"It really is," I said. "Look, it has pockets." I tucked my hands into them. They were perfectly stitched to sit flat against my hips.
"It'll do." Forrest nodded and stepped over to me. "We'll be able to hide a microphone in the neckline. We'll put a tracker in your pocket and one in an earring."