Page 67 of Some Kinda Romance

Soon enough, he’d know I was right. As I unzipped the first garment bag, I sucked in a gasp at the sight of the luxurious, royal blue fabric that came into view. The item turned out to be a breathtaking, A-line dress. It felt like butter on my skin as I pulled it on, amazed by how well it fit.

When I opened the door to show it off to him, I did a little twirl before I danced into the bedroom, feeling his gaze burning into me as he stood up slowly. “You were right. That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The dress is okay too.”

My cheeks flushed, but I laughed, stopping to give him a scolding look. “It’s better than okay. It’s gorgeous.”

He shrugged, those eyes never leaving mine. “You’re gorgeous. Clothes are just window dressing.”

“Who knew that deep down inside, you were so complimentary?”

“I’m not,” he said. “Just being honest. Do you like it?”

“I love it, but let me try the other one,” I said. “If I’ve only got one night with these, I can’t decide on one before I’ve even seen the other.”

He frowned. “Why would you only have one night with them?”

I paused. “They’re not on loan?”

“No, they’re yours,” he said like it should’ve been obvious.

My eyes flew wide open, but I could tell he wasn’t joking. Struggling to wrap my head around that, I shook it at him and laughed softly, then strode back into the bathroom. “You really didn’t have to do that!”

“I wanted to,” he called through the door.

I sighed, wondering how to accept such a lavish gift without looking like a gold-digger. Deciding to think about it later, I ignored it for now, too charged after the way he’d looked at me when I’d come out of the bathroom to be thinking clearly anyway. Where the first dress had been gorgeous, the second was absolutely stunning.

A shimmering indigo that clung to my curves and moved with me, I knew this was the one. Drawing in a big breath, I opened the door again and simply spread my arms out at my sides this time, knowing this dress didn’t need to be danced in to show it off.

Dash had still been standing where he’d been when I’d gone back into the bathroom, but as soon as he saw me, his eyes narrowed and he closed the distance between us. Not stopping until his hands were on my hips, he laid a hard kiss on me and held me to him.

“Now that’s a dress,” he groaned between kisses. “The only problem is that I’m not going to be able to keep my eyes or my hands off you tonight.”

Kissing me deeply once more, the zipper along my side was coming down before I even knew it and I hooked my arms around his neck. “I know you’ve got something planned, but what if we just celebrate right now?”

“You won’t get any arguments from me.” His mouth came back to mine in the same heartbeat as he’d said the words. Then he was carefully sliding the dress off me before he laid me down on the bed.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my skin flushed and the space between my legs already aching. I still didn’t know what he’d had planned for tonight, but all I’d really wanted was to spend time with him anyway.

Dash definitely didn’t seem to mind skipping out on his plans either, making love to me hard and fast first before we did it again, soft, slow, and passionate that time around. Spending the night together, we stayed naked, having food delivered and only covering up for the time it took room service to wheel in the cart.

We talked, we laughed, and we made love, and later, as I was falling asleep in his arms, I couldn’t help but think that it really had become that. Making love instead of just having sex. I was falling for him, and at this point, I didn’t think there was anything I could do to stop it.