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I move to meet her at the final step, holding my hand out, but she hesitates and then looks back at me, eyes filled with desire.
“It’s now my favorite step too,” I confirm.
She smiles and allows me to walk her toward the table. With these heels, she is almost as tall as I am.Sexy.Her brash gaze moves up and down my body.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask.
“Very much,” she answers.
I pull out the chair at the head of the table for her. Candles fill the table, and I move to dim the lights in the room before claiming my seat next to her. It’s immediately apparent I’m no longer very hungry for the meal I’ve spent an hour preparing. It tastes just as it should, but I’m craving the more appealing woman sitting on my left.
Discussion during dinner is minimal—she compliments the food and I bask in her praise. Conversation flows as it always does between us. Yet, when we both go quiet, I can almost hear the buzz of lust filling the air between us.
It’s not long before we are both ready to abandon our meal and proceed to the rest of the activities. Before we head upstairs, I suggest we retire to the lounge. I refill our wine glasses and walk her to the loveseat in front of the fire.
With the lights still low, I imagine us being in this setting every night, enjoying the privacy of our home together. Dinners with us dressed up for each other, wine in hand, and no need to restrict my attraction to her.
I take one final sip and then abandon my wine glass on the end table. It’s taking up prime real estate in my hand, and right now, I’d much rather use it to caress Lucy’s delicate skin.
Leaning closer to her, running my hands down her legs until I hit the cuffs of black fabric that rests around herankles. Without notice, I pull them up onto my lap, and her body follows, forcing her to lie sideways facing me.
That’s better.
My hands began massaging her legs. Fortunately for me, when I turned her, the skirt bunched to the side, and the slit opened up further to give me adequate access to both legs. She smiles at me over her wine glass but doesn’t make any indication for me to stop.
“Have you worn this dress before?” I ask.
God, I hope no one else has ever seen her in this dress. I’m certain no one else will in the future.
“No, this is the first time,” she says as she flexes under my touch. “I just got it.”
“Oh, really? For what occasion?”
I hope she purchased it for an evening with me.
“I purchased a couple of dresses for New Year’s Eve. Yet, when this one came, I realized it might not be right for that occasion.”
“I believe you have successfully found the right occasion for this dress.” I inch my hands higher on her thighs. Her shoulders shiver.
As I move my firm touches back down her legs, I hook my hand under her left knee and bend it to bring her calf up and over her other leg. Those strappy black shoes with the dangerously high heels sit in my lap. A great debate wages in my mind.
Should I remove them and gain access to additional areas of her body to massage?
Or do I leave them on and have her wear them while I strip the dress off her body?
Yes, the shoes stay.
Lucy tips back her glass and extends her neck as if taunting me with a piece of her I cannot reach. Well, that just won’t do. With great ease, I return her feet to the floor and rise from the loveseat. There will be plenty of nights to sit among the fire, but for now, it is time we move to the bedroom.
I take her empty glass and place it on the end table before holding out both hands to help her stand. I can’t imagine walking in those shoes is very easy, but after two glasses of wine, I’m slightly concerned for her safety. “Those shoes look like a hazard.”
“Oh, you don’t like them? Should I take them off?” she asks.
I pull her flush against me so she can feel just how much I enjoy the shoes. “I love them. And they are staying on.” My voice comes out deep with my directive. “I’ll be close by as we make our way upstairs.”
“What a gentleman.” She leans in to kiss me but moves to my neck without warning. I allow myself a small preview of what’s to come. Tightening my arms around her, one hand to pull her closer to me, the other to stroke her bare back.
Goodness, this dress is tight. How I long to release her from it.
