Break Me Slowly (Shattered 1)
Page 23To match your eyes…
~A
The dress was form-fitting. Every swell and flare of my body was hugged tightly by the thin nude sheath. The outer layer was strategically placed emerald lace, woven all over the bodice and flowing downward. It was designed to look as if I were wearing only the layer of lace. The thin straps were made of green silk and draped across my outer shoulders, setting off the plunging V-neck. Combined with the nude heels and a pair of emerald earrings, I felt more like a princess than anything else.
“You look incredible.” Megan looked like she was about to cry.
“No, no. Don’t you dare! I already feel on the brink of a meltdown.”
“I’m cool,” she said, wiping a fingertip along her lower lashes. “Let’s do your hair. With that color on your pale skin, you need to sweep that mane of red madness up to expose your neck.”
I fidgeted with my hands. “I don’t know about that.”
Megan stood up and slowly reached for my hand.
“If you let me do your makeup, I can make sure all the scars are covered.” As if sensing my unease, she added, “I can use a concealer brush. My fingers don’t even have to touch your skin.”
I always used thick concealer to cover the smattering of crescent-moon scars that ran from my jaw to my neck. Some were bigger than others, pinker than others, deeper than others. My hair was the only other buffer I had to shield me.
“You’re such a good friend. I just…I think I’ll leave it down.”
She smiled back. “No problem, we’ll just curl it, then?”
I nodded.
“Makeover time! This is going to be fun. Oh, and we’re going to charcoal your eyes to look all smoky.” Megan danced a little. She was the girly one of us two. It was a good day if I got around to putting on mascara.
“Aside from a nude shawl, clutch, and heels, yes.”
There was no lingerie. No panties. God knew even the world’s greatest strapless bra wouldn’t have worked in this situation anyway. I was wrapped pretty tight. Adam’s direction had been, Only wear what I send.
Megan hauled me into the bathroom. I nearly tripped on the floor-length gown, but hustled behind her as the tiny train trailed behind me.
~
Megan opened the door when Adam knocked. I stayed in my room, pacing. I was nervous, had no idea what I was doing. My own family looked at me like a second-class citizen and I was about to walk into a place where the wealthiest of Chicago gathered? They’d see right through me.
Deep breaths were becoming overrated, but this was a step in a good direction. I was excited to see Adam and that was definitely better than avoidance. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Megan smiled at me and scooted to the kitchen so I could be alone with Adam.
My eyes landed on him and I nearly fainted.
He wore a perfectly fitted black tux, but instead of a bow tie, he sported a narrow black tie and vest. The man made my entire body and mind react in a way that had me rethinking the no-panties idea.
“You look…” He stepped toward me, his eyes roaming up, then down, then up again. “Beyond.”
I smiled because I had used that term when mentally describing Adam.
He traced the back of his finger along my collarbone. “I love your skin,” he murmured. Leaning in, he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Radiant.”
“Well, you look positively sinful yourself.”
He smiled. I wanted to catch it and bottle it up so I could look at those sexy white teeth and dimples all day long.
She came out, yogurt in hand, and took a bite. Her smile was genuine, but her eyes were slightly narrowed. I recognized the look. She was not Adam’s biggest fan, but she was trying.
“You, too.”
Adam nodded. It was almost as if I’d missed some secret conversation. Had Megan said something to him when I was in my room?
“Shall we?” He offered his arm and I took it.
Megan smiled and waved her spoon at me.
Tonight would be fun, I reminded myself. Tonight would be fun.
~
We rode in the back of a limo. The night air was cold, but the inside, the car was toasty warm. The lights of Chicago lit up the left side of the car while the waterfront lay to the right. It was a clear fall night. Adam hit a button and the privacy glass went up.
“Do you like the dress?”
“Yes, though I feel like it may be one size too small.”
He shook his head, his eyes raking down my body. “The dress fits you perfectly and shows off each and every asset.”
My cheeks heated. How did he do this to me? Make me feel…special?
“Did you follow my directions?”
“You mean, am I wearing panties?” His gaze was intense. His finger trailed up my thigh. “And if I wasn’t?”
He smirked, his hand traveling higher. “Walking around the Four Seasons for hours knowing you’re completely bare beneath that dress is going to give me a permanent hard-on all damn night.”
“Good to know.”
“You’re toying with me.”
I pulled in an exaggerated gasp. “I would never.”
Based on the skyscrapers passing outside the window, The Four Seasons was only a few more minutes away. I reached into my clutch, dug out my red lipstick, and reapplied it.
Snapping the top back on, I looked at Adam, sitting there all calm and domineering. I wanted to show him I could be in charge. Be the one in control.
I reached for his zipper and pulled it down, enough so that I could maneuver his thick c**k out. He didn’t stop me. He was already sporting an erection, and I wanted him to keep it the rest of the night. The same way I wanted him thinking of me.
I bent and opened my mouth wide to take his entire length down my throat. He hissed in a breath. When I had taken as much of him as I could, I fused my lips around his shaft. Then I retreated and let him fall from my mouth.
He looked at me in puzzlement. “Not going finish the job?”
“Oh, absolutely I am. Just not now. The hotel is right up the street. Besides,” I licked my lips and snared his gaze. “I just needed to blot my lipstick.”
He frowned and looked down. There, right near the base, was a red lipstick stain that surrounded the circumference of his cock.
He grinned and looked at me as he tucked himself back into his pants.