The thought of it has me going damp and I reach up and pull his head down to my neck. “Bite me,” I murmur again, and he doesn’t need asking twice after that.
“Oh, Aefre,” he says sadly as he breaks away. “I love you. Come, time to get dressed.” He whisks the dress off the hanger and holds it out for me to step into. I am slightly thrown by the sudden change in atmosphere. I grab the lacy panties that he has laid out and put them on first before I do as he asks. He pulls it up and I turn for him to do up the zipper.
“You look beautiful,” he says now all genial again. “I knew the color would match your eyes perfectly.”
I cast a glance at myself in the mirror and I have to say, the color is most flattering. I wouldn’t have ever thought that green would suit me, but it seems that it does. The soft filmy material skims the tops of my breasts just barely and with a tight waist it drops elegantly to the floor. The man has exceptional taste, I’ll give him that. I step into my shoes as he holds onto my elbow to steady me and then he turns me in a circle. “Perfect,” he says.
“What about you?” I gesture to his casual jeans and t-shirt.
“I thought you could take the liberty. If you don’t mind?” He gestures to his side of the closet and I clap my hands in delight.
“I get to play dress up?” I ask him and, not waiting for an answer, I open the doors with a flourish and examine the contents. His entire collection probably costs about as much as mine does, if not more. He definitely doesn’t do things by half. I sift through all of his suits and land on the one that I love more than all the others. But then I turn to him. “I don’t want you to wear a suit,” I say, and his eyebrows go up.
“What do you want me to wear?”
“Nothing,” I say wickedly, and he laughs in delight.
“Well, I have no problem with that, but if I am to wear nothing then surely you should also be disrobed. It’s only fair.”
I frown at that. “No, I love this dress. I would like to wear it for a bit longer, but I see your point. Fine, then you shall wear this one,” I declare as I whip out the dark gray, one button Armani suit that caught my eye. “With this shirt,” I throw him the crisp white shirt with starched collar and cuffs. “And this tie,” I chuck the light gray silk tie at him.
“A fine choice,” he says as he places them carefully on the bed and takes off his t-shirt. “You do know how to dress a man up to look his best.”
“Oh please, every item of clothing you have in here makes you look your best. I just happen to like that suit.”
“Do you think so?” he asks. “Even this?” He holds up his t-shirt.
It takes me a minute to register what he said, as I am too busy sta
ring at his washboard abs and trying not to drool. “Yes, even that,” I stammer as he waves it at me to get my attention. His shrewd look flusters me as he knows where my thoughts were, but I boldly look him in the eye. “I do enjoy the casual look on you, it is very sexy.”
“So, what does that make this?” he asks as he dons his shirt and leaves it open as he loses his jeans to pull on his suit pants.
He knows what he is doing to me and is loving every second of it. “It makes that the sexiest suit I have ever seen on a man. You may go downstairs dressed precisely as you are.”
He looks down at his bare chest and titters. “For you? Anything.” He puts his jacket on and then his shoes and holds his arm out for me to take.
“Really?” I ask as I take it. “You are going to make me stare at you like that all through dinner?”
“Yes,” he says as he opens the door.
“You do realize that I will be the wanton slut ravaging you before the entrées now?”
“Probably,” he says with a smile so wide, I can’t help but laugh.
“Well, in that case,” I say, stopping dead in the middle of the corridor. Hoping that we are alone, I let go of his arm and he turns to me expectantly, waiting to see what I will do. It sends a thrill through him as I hike up my dress and wiggle out of my panties, letting them drop around my ankles as I let go of the dress. I step to the side and bend my leg to retrieve the knickers, which I bunch up and shove in his suit pocket. “Now you get to go all through dinner knowing that I am unencumbered and ready for you.”
“How is it that you can turn me on so much with just a simple action that doesn’t even put yourself on display?”
“Because I know it is all you will be thinking about until you get to see it again,” I say breezily, and he chortles as he takes my hand and leads me downstairs.
“You know me so well,” he says and steers me towards the magnificent dining hall, where two place settings have been set up at the head of the enormous twenty-two seat table swathed in candlelight and my favorite red roses.
Chapter 23
By unsaid agreement we race through dinner. I can’t keep my eyes off him, and he can’t keep his hand off my leg, inching it higher and higher as the minutes tick by. When he finally declares dinner to be over, I jump up and grab him, Astralling us straight into the library.
“The library?” he asks.