This was why I shouldn’t be left alone with my thoughts. I ruined every good moment by overanalyzing it to death.
I put on my earrings.
It’s fine. Everything will be fine.
“You look beautiful.”
My heart skipped a beat. I turned my head, and my doubts retreated into the shadows once again when I saw Christian leaning against the doorframe, watching me get ready.
The slumberous heat in his eyes lit a trail of tiny fires across my skin while the memory of what we did earlier pulsed between us like a living thing.
If we hadn’t needed to leave the beach…
“Thank you.” My voice came out huskier than normal. I turned back to the mirror and lifted my hair off my neck. “Zip me up?”
The soft falls of his footsteps matched the thuds of my pulse.
“I love this dress on you.” His gaze slid over my silk dress in an electric caress.
Breathe.
“I thought you don’t believe in love,” I teased.
“You’re right. That was the wrong word.” Christian touched the small of my back while his eyes met mine in the mirror.
“Because love is ordinary. Mundane. And you, Stella…” The soft rasp of the zipper filled the air as he dragged it up my spine in one exquisitely, torturously slow glide.
My breath left my lungs at both the sensuality of the movement and the raw intimacy of his next words.
“You’re extraordinary.”