I swallowed, trying to think of anything else but her.
“Okay… um,” I said aloud, trying to think of a way out of this fiasco. “I’ll just go under then.”
Fallon’s face scrunched. “What?”
“Are you wearing underwear?”
She bit her lip, and my eyes almost fell out of my head. Holy shit. If she says no, I’m likely to die.
“Yeah... but it’s a thong.”
Dead.
I am dead.
“Emmett,” Fallon hissed.
I coughed, clearing my throat and head. “Sorry, okay, then it’s fine. I’ll just go up and under and unhook the ring, okay?”
Fallon looked mortified at the thought, but I definitely wasn’t. God, if anything, I was eager. It was only going to intensify this need inside of me, but I couldn’t care less. If I were told I’d be kicked in the balls repeatedly for twenty-four hours, if I went under her dress, I’d still do it. No doubt.
Her voice was shaky. “Okay…”
I started to inch over to her, and she blew air out of her mouth. I got down on my knees, the soft carpet adding a nice touch to the massive dressing room. Yeah, sex in here would have been damn near perfect.
“Can you hold up the fabric? Otherwise, I’m gonna need a damn flashlight.”
Fallon tried to move her hands down a little but yelped.
I quickly peeked up. “It’s fine. Just stay still, okay?”
She nodded her head, her mouth set in a frown.
I let out an uneven breath, trying to think of something that would induce nausea so I could stop focusing on the fact that I was underneath Fallon’s dress.
Her legs were so close to my face I could feel their warmth. My hand gripped her leg to steady myself, and I heard her take a sharp inhale of air. I mumbled, “Sorry, I’m kind of blind.”
Fallon’s voice was wobbly, out of breath. “It’s fine.”
My hand inched up a little farther. Her legs were as smooth as fucking butter. She could star in an I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter commercial, and every man on Earth would be lined up in front of a grocery store.
I paused, feeling my heart trying to escape out of my chest. A throaty laugh started to bubble up and out of my mouth.
“What?” Fallon asked, her voice still breathy and sexy sounding.
“This is killing me.”
“Why?”
My hand paused on her bare leg. My head dropped down. “I’m underneath your dress, Fallon… a few inches away from your pussy. Why do you think?”
Was that a little blunt? Yes. Did I care? No. I was fine with her knowing I wanted her in the worst of ways. How could I not?
“Well, if it makes you feel any better… it’s killing me, too.”
I smirked. “Why is it killing you?” I started to creep my hand up a
little higher. I moved slowly, knowing my fingers would soon brush over her hipbone and then over to her stomach. Then I would unhook the ring from the dress, and it would all be over before it even began.