If I Need You (If You Come Back To Me 5) - Page 32

/> Impulsively she pulled out the dress and closed her closet door, peering into the mirror on the other side. It was a champagne-colored sleeveless silk number that she’d purchased last October, before she was pregnant. She held up the dress to the front of her body, her brow furrowed in worry. It was a tasteful dress, but more low-cut than Faith typically wore her necklines. She hadn’t considered before—what if her slightly pregnancy-swollen breasts would be too obvious in the dress?

A knock sounded on her door. She started.

“Faith?”

“Yes?”

Ryan poked his head around the door. Faith’s heart did a flip-flop. She plastered the dress over the front of her. Ryan’s gaze immediately dropped and widened.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” He paused and cleared his throat. “I was just coming to say goodbye.”

“Oh, okay. Let me pull something on and I’ll see you out,” she said in a high-pitched voice.

His glance lowered again. “That’s very pretty,” he said, referring to the evening gown.

“Thanks. It’s for the ball next Wednesday,” she said, gathering herself a bit. It wasn’t as if he could really see anything, with the dress held up over her mostly bare torso. This is what she told herself, anyway, when he stepped into the room. It struck her how large he appeared to be in her feminine retreat—how male. He came toward her and paused a few feet away, examining the dress.

“You’ll look fantastic in that,” he said.

She gave an awkward laugh. “I hope it fits. I was just wondering about that. I bought it when I wasn’t pregnant. I’ll probably be a total disaster.”

He met her stare. “You won’t be.”

“How do you know?”

Instead of answering her, he calmly put his hand on the dress hanger. Faith released it hesitantly when he pulled. He tossed the gown over a nearby chair and put his hands on her shoulders. He turned her so that she faced the mirror and stood behind her.

Faith couldn’t breathe.

“Look at you,” Ryan said.

She inhaled with effort. He was following his own command, his eyes smoldering as they traveled over her image in the mirror. He placed his opened hand on her bare waist. Tendrils of pleasure curled through her belly when he moved it, sliding his palm over her hip and abdomen. His stare looked hot and worshipful as they both watched him touch her.

“I know Jesse pulled a number on you, but it’s time you saw reality,” he said quietly, his mouth near her right ear. She shivered when his fingers gently detailed her rib cage, his dark hand an erotic contrast to her pale skin. “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman. Are you looking?” he asked, nudging her hair with his nose. His fingers coasted along the tender skin at her sides. She bit her lower lip to stifle a gasp.

“Yes,” she managed.

“But are you seeing?” He stepped closer. She felt his groin brush against the top of her backside. “Flawless, soft skin,” he murmured, stroking the inner part of her elbow. He palmed her hip. “Curves that fit my hand perfectly.” His fingers traveled up the center of her rib cage, and then detoured to the left, tracing the skin beneath the cloth of her white bra. She couldn’t take her gaze off the image of them in the mirror. Heat coursed through her. “Delicate and narrow in all the right places.” He stepped closer as he caressed the sensitive skin, pressing his front more fully to her bottom. He brought his other hand around her and palmed both of her breasts, lifting slightly as if to test their weight.

A shaky sigh escaped her throat.

“Curvy and full in all the other ones,” he added, his voice now low and husky. His fingertips flickered over her nipples, making them tighten against the clinging fabric of her bra. He made a low, rough sound of male appreciation. Much to her disappointment, however, he released her breasts. His hands gathered her hair and pulled it behind her shoulders.

“Hair a man wants to sink his fingers into,” he continued, sliding his hands along her shoulders and collarbone. He traced the line of her jaw, his stare on her intense. “And a face that haunts a man’s dreams.”

For a few seconds he remained still. They examined one another in the mirror while the air burned in Faith’s lungs.

“At least this man’s dreams,” he added with a small, sheepish smile. He moved against her ever so slightly, leaving her in little doubt of his desire.

“Faith?”

“Yes?” she managed to whisper, even though her body was buzzing with sexual awareness and she was utterly entranced by Ryan’s stare.

“Do you have a date to the ball on Wednesday?”

She started slightly. It hadn’t been what she expected him to say.

“No,” she blurted out before she had a chance to censor herself.

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