Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she agreed, throwing her arms up. The material immediately had a little more give. And when she sucked in her breath, I had just enough room to start to pull the material down.
Unfortunately, it brought her panties down with it. And it seemed she’d already discarded her bra.
So as the dress finally fell down around her feet, she was completely fucking naked.
Right in front of the mirror.
And for a moment, her arms were still up in the air.
I knew I was supposed to look away. But, fuck, I couldn’t help but take her in.
I knew she was beautiful.
But knowing and seeing were two different things.
Everything from her full breasts to the gentle slope of her waist and curve of her hip to her shapely legs.
A little rumbling sound escaped me as her nipples hardened while I watched.
Tessa’s gaze watched me in the mirror as mine tracked up and down her body, not sure what part of her I wanted to look at more.
As her arms fell, I couldn’t seem to force my hands to stay balled up at my sides.
They landed on her hips, then slowly moved up her warm skin. Over her pelvis, up her stomach. Then, finally, closing over her breasts.
A shudder racked her body as she leaned back into me.
She took a deep breath, pressing her breasts more fully against my hands. And, well, I couldn’t help but let my thumbs circle around her hardened nipples.
A sweet little mewling sound escaped her that had my cock getting even harder, pressing against the fly of my jeans.
There was nothing that could have stopped me then.
Except the sounds of women drawing closer.
“Fuck,” I grumbled as Tessa jerked away from me, stooping to yank her panties back up, then clutching the material of her gown to her as I moved to the door.
She wouldn’t look back at me before I started to open the door.
A perfect moment, ruined.
And I had a feeling Tessa would do everything in her power to avoid me for the foreseeable future.
I was just stepping out when the shopkeepers came into the dressing area.
“Don’t worry,” I said, giving them a breezy smile. “Nothing untoward going on here. She got stuck in a dress.”
“The Moira, right?” one of the women asked, shaking her head. “I should have grabbed the size up. They always run so small.”
“We managed to get her out without damaging the dress. But I don’t think she’s gonna want to try again with another size.”
“No, I don’t,” Tessa called.
I moved to sit back in the plush white chairs, crossing my ankle over my thigh to ease the tension against my still-hard cock.
Tessa took a while before she came out with the next dress. And by then, I mostly had control over myself again.
It was right then that the door opened.
And she walked out in the dress.
I could tell by the look on her face—a mix of hope and excitement—that she’d fallen in love with the unconventional dress.
I’d gotten a crash course on gowns and dress details since walking into this store.
So that was how I knew it was a sheer ivory chiffon A-line dress with a low back and medium-length train.
And, sure, it perfectly hugged her chest and midsection before flowing a bit more down to her feet.
But it was the embroidery that made it unique.
The whole thing was embroidered with a shimmery golden celestial pattern.
“Wow.”
“It’s perfect, right?” she asked, eyes bright, as she walked to the mirrored alcove to check herself out from all angles.
Getting up, I moved behind her.
“Perfect,” I agreed, teasing a finger around the deep V in the back.
“It’s not too gown-y, since we’re not doing the whole big wedding thing. But it is still clearly a wedding dress.”
“It really suits you.”
“It’s kind of in the mid-range, price-wise. A lot cheaper than that thing I got stuck in, but more than—”
“The money doesn’t matter,” I told her.
“Well, I mean, it does. I have some savings, but I will need to see if they do payment plans, so—”
“You’re not paying for the dress,” I cut her off. “I’m buying it. Today. Though, we might have to pick it up some other time, since we’re on the bike.”
“I can’t ask—”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering. Let me buy the dress.”
Her gaze lifted to mine in the mirror, searching. I knew what she was looking for. Some ulterior motives, some catch that she had to look out for.
“No strings. Just a pretty dress to wear on our wedding day.”
She watched me for a moment more, then nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”
“I’ll go get that set up while you change. Wanna grab some food before we head back?”
Was it maybe a bit manipulative to ask her to go somewhere when she was feeling grateful for the dress? Sure. But we had to eat, right?
“Please tell me this town has decent pizza.” It was a constant disappointment to her that Shady Valley had such limited selections for takeout.