“Come on, Harp, this is sexy. Trust me, okay?”
I nod as she picks up the last outfit.
I furrow my brow because all I see is a plain black cocktail dress.
“This is the one that will get you laid the second he sees you.”
I give her a skeptical look because all I see is a normal black lace dress. Nothing about it would warrant Josh ripping it off my body. I start to wonder why she thought this was sexier when clearly the leather outfit was the more daring, but when I open my mouth to question her, she turns the dress around and I see the back. I gasp.
The dress has no back.
At all.
From the smirk on Mel’s face, I know that was the reaction she wanted and the reaction that Josh will probably have when he sees me in it.
“That one,” I say without thinking twice.
The idea of what Josh will do to me when he sees me in that dress is enough for me to stop questioning the fact that I can’t wear a bra or the fact that I won’t be able to bend over because it’s so short. I’m desperate to see his face.
“I thought so,” Mel says while gathering all the rest of the clothes and putting them away. We spend the next hour getting me ready, Mel telling me she is determined to fix my hair and do my makeup since the way I decided to do it makes me seem “boring.”
Josh: Be there in five minutes.
My breath catches as I peer over at Mel, panic clearly written all over my face.
“Trust me, Harper. He will fall to his knees when he sees you, I promise.” She winks, picking up her purse and the mounds of clothes that are left on my bed and making her way to the front door. “I’m gonna jet, call me later!” She lets herself out and I walk to my full-length mirror that hangs behind my closet door. I turn one last time, eyeing the back of the dress and smirk. I love this dress.
I grab my small clutch from the back of my closet, carefully placing my phone, cash, and keys into it before heading into the living room. Just as I place the bag on my couch, there’s a quiet knock at my front door that sends fire shooting over every inch of my skin. My hands start to shake as I think of the man on the other side of the door.
“Open the door, Sunshine,” he says as I open the door and take him in.
He looks delicious. He’s wearing a tailored dark blue suit jacket that brings out his eyes. His crisp white shirt has the two top buttons undone which gives him this disheveled look that I’m loving, and his blond hair is combed back away from his face, so I peer into those blue eyes unobstructed. The second our eyes meet; I sense his hunger. That desperate hunger that is falling off him as he takes me in, and my knees weaken.
“Hi,” I say weakly, not trusting my voice not to betray just how turned on I am at the sight of him.
A small grunt comes from Josh but other than that he’s silent. His eyes travel up and down my body, making me weaker with every passing glance.
“Do I look okay?” I ask, turning around, and as my back is turned, I hear him curse and I’m pushed into my apartment as the door is slammed behind us.
“Don’t you dare think about changing,” he growls as he spins and pins me up against the closed door. “You look fucking incredible. How the hell am I supposed to get through tonight with you looking like that?” His lips are against my neck before I can utter a word as he places soft kisses along my neck until he reaches my ear. “I missed you,” he says while biting the sensitive skin along my neck, and I gasp, leaning my head back against the door.
“Fuck…” I whine, but the closer his body gets to mine, the more I want something.
His erection is clear and present against my thigh as he grinds it against me, causing a moan to leave my throat.
“Fuck it.” He curses as he takes my mouth in a punishing kiss that makes me lose my breath. I forgot what his lips felt like on my skin. I revel in the softness of them.
I reach for his hair, grasping it with all my strength as I pull him closer. His tongue demands entrance, and I gladly let him in. The heat of his hands travels from my hips up to my back as they grab the exposed flesh, as if he can’t get enough.
“Josh… I need you, please…” I moan. “I need you so bad.” My voice is raspy as his fingers trace patterns on my skin. I’m aching for him.
“I know,” he murmurs between kisses. “I know exactly what you need.”
I groan as my hands grasp at the door for support. His hands leave my back and travel over my ass and up under my dress.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re not wearing any panties,” he growls, his hands grabbing my ass and slowly traveling exactly where I need them most. “Are you wet for me?” he whispers into my ear, and all I can do is nod as my brain loses all sense of control. His hands retreat as a whimper leaves my mouth, hating the loss of his touch. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, I’m not going anywhere.” And before I know it, he’s down on his knees, pushing up
