that would be not being a part of her life, which wasn’t an alternative I could live with. So I needed to claim her as mine and work my ass off to make it worth her while. She had surprised me today in her office when she gave in to my kiss without hesitation. I thought I would have to work harder to convince her to take a chance on me. There was a lot we needed to talk about tonight, and I wanted to get every little doubt she might have out of the way. I knew her well enough to know that how I had treated women in the past was something she hated. She had never had a problem telling me so. But it ran deeper. She had been disappointed in me for treating women like pieces of meat, free for the taking, and that had burned. I wanted her to be proud of me, to believe in me, and I would prove myself to her.
My game plan was to be honest and straight to the point. Lizzy wasn’t a person who liked to sugarcoat things. She was always straight up and to the point. No bullshit. She never played any of those games most women like to play. I don’t even think she knew how to play them. My sweet Liz. That was the reason why a lot of women didn’t like her. She wasn’t like them and didn’t strive to be. But the fact that other women were either scared of her or thought she was an arrogant bitch didn’t change her one bit. She would rather be honest and alone than dishonest and have fake friends. What you see is what you get. Always. So that was my game plan. Bare my soul to her, be honest in every way, and hope it wouldn’t make her run in the opposite direction.
When Lizzy opened her door my jaw fell to the floor.
Holy hell, she was sexy.
I had never seen her in a dress. Well, that wasn’t true. As a child, she wore dresses all the time. I had seen her in sexy get-ups when we went out clubbing, but she always wore jeans, sexy jeans, but still jeans, paired with a tight top.
This was something else.
Her dress was all black. It had no sleeves, so it showed off her sexy arms and shoulders, but had something like a turtleneck that wasn’t a turtleneck. It looked hot as hell. And it was short. Extremely short. I hoped to God that it covered her ass. It was clingy in all the right places and left nothing to the imagination.
It took me a second to recover from that view. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the body that was now mine to explore. My dick twitched in my pants in anticipation, impatient.
Yeah, buddy, I know exactly what you’re feeling right now.
But I had told myself that I would not have sex with her until she was absolutely sure she could trust me with her body. When I took her for the first time, I wanted all of her. Holding nothing back. Having no doubts.
Looking at her now, I could tell I was going to take a cold shower tonight. A very long, very cold shower, or maybe a hot one where I would jerk myself off again and again thinking about her in that dress.
My dick was straining against my fly. I took a deep breath to rein him in as my eyes travelled up her body to meet her dancing ones.
“You done?” she asked me teasingly, her eyebrows raised.
“Nope,” I said and let my eyes wander again. That made her laugh out loud. A grin spread across my face. I had it back. Her laugh. My laugh.
She stepped back from the door to invite me inside, but I shook my head.
“No, baby. Right now, I want to rip that dress off of your hot body so I can explore every inch of you. I don’t trust myself enough to not ravage you, so you need to come out here where you’re relatively safe.”
She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, grabbed her purse from the little table by the door, then turned around to pull the door closed and locked up. At the sight presented to me when she turned, I groaned. And my dick stood at full attention.
Her back was completely bare.
Naked skin from shoulder to just above her ass.
No bra.
My hands had a mind of their own when they gripped her hips and squeezed. I closed my