Dani.
I plucked two different kinds of black shirts off the rack, although I already knew which one she’d feel more comfortable in. Then I walked over to the leather jackets. I had to grab a couple of different sizes because I wasn’t sure which one would fit her. But she definitely wasn’t bigger than a medium. After gathering the last of the clothes, I walked over to the dressing room. Dani had already pushed two other pairs of jeans underneath the door.
I pushed all the clothes over the top of the door and listened to her yelp.
“Max!”
I chuckled. “Yep?”
I heard the pouting in her voice. “The hanger hit my head.”
“Might want to start choosing some clothes, then. Because there’s a lot more where that came from.”
“Jerk off.”
I grinned. “Gorgeous.”
She snickered. “You really need to stop calling me things like that. You might not be able to get--”
She bit off the last of that sentence, but I knew what she was about to say.
You might not be able to get rid of me.
I think I could stand something like that happening. With her, at least.
After hearing her muttering and sighing behind the door for another twenty minutes, the doorknob finally twisted open. My heart leapt into my throat as I pushed away from the wall, waiting to see what she had chosen for herself. Her eyes were the first thing I saw. Apprehensive. Worried. Unsure of herself. But as my eyes traveled down her body, I prayed to God on high she didn’t see my cock growing against my pants.
Because the skin-tight dark-wash jeans looked fantastic on her.
“Wow,” I breathed.
Dani paused. “Not too much?”
“Turn around.”
She held out her arms and did a slow turn for me, giving me a second to salivate over her. Holy shit, the ass she had underneath those clothes would fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. The scooped-neck black shirt showcased the soft slope of her waist and the blossom of her tits. Breasts I wanted to taste, like the perfect mouthfuls they were. And the leather jacket? Fucking hell, that was the best part. She faced me and zipped it up, stopping just below those tits of hers.
And damn it, I wanted to rip those clothes right back off.
“I feel silly,” she said.
I blinked. “You look hot as sin, Dani. I’m serious.”
She shook her head. “It’s not me.”
“Says who?”
She paused, and my eyes found hers. I forced myself to pull my bulging eyes away from the perfection of her body and made myself study her face. And what I saw was a storm raging behind her eyes. I saw her fighting herself. While she wanted to retreat back to those old clothes of hers, I saw a confidence flourishing in the way she stood in front of me. Her shoulders weren’t slumped. Her head held itself a little higher. She didn’t look so confused as she stared up into my face.
She looked more grounded than I had ever seen her.
I walked over to her and looped my fingers into the belt loops. I pulled her close to me, feeling her breasts gracing my torso. Her hands held my arms while my eyes held hers. And as my hands settled onto her hips, I gripped her softly, holding her in front of me so I knew she was listening.
“Listen, Daddy’s girl. The girls I ride with dress like this. The girls I ride with aren’t afraid to look good. They aren’t afraid of themselves. That’s what makes a girl a woman. Confidence. Knowing herself. Being unafraid to take what she knows is hers and make it her own. So if you don’t like it, I won’t force it on you. That’s not my style. But if you do like it? There isn’t a damn thing in this world to feel embarrassed about.”
She swallowed hard. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Yeah. You’re sexy, Dani. Really sexy.”