“Please.”
He slid in next to me, leaning over and snapping my seatbelt into place without a word.
“Right, let’s get you an outfit,” Len called out from the driver’s seat as he pulled out into the traffic.
Two hours later, and despite trying on ten dresses, I couldn’t find anything that worked. It was an event to help more kids get access to the arts and music, so I needed something that looked good but wasn’t too showy. I didn’t want to draw attention to the event for all the wrong reasons.
“Sorry, Matt, I’m sure watching me shop isn’t in your job description,” I called from the changing room to where he was standing guard, like my very own centurion.
“No, it’s not, but keeping you safe is and that’s what I’m doing. Take your time.”
“Last one and then I give up. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be done. I need food. I’m starving.”
I shucked off the dress I was wearing, placing it carefully across the back of the chair with the others before I took the last one from the hanger. Stepping into it, I shimmed it up my body, pulling it onto my shoulders, stretching around to do up the zip. After struggling for what felt like forever, I let out an annoyed huff.
“You okay in there, Rogue?”
“Stupid zip.”
“Are you stuck in the dress, or you can’t do it up?”
“I can’t do it up, so I don’t know if the thing fits me properly.”
“Do you want some help? I can find the owner.”
“Can you help? It’ll only take a second. I promise I’m decent.”
For a minute he doesn’t move or reply, making me panic that I’d overstepped. Suddenly, he pulled back the curtain, stepping inside, his face fixed and expressionless. Closing us in, so we were alone in the small space, he moved slowly, pushing my hair over my shoulder, before wrapping his hand over my hip, holding me firmly in place as he pulled up the zip.
Holding my breath, I let the warmth of his touch seer through the dress and scorch my skin.
“There,” he murmured. Lifting his gaze, our eyes collided in the reflection of the mirror. The forest green color of his irises darkening the longer we stared at each other.
The dress I’d chosen to try on was short and cream, with long sleeves and a high neck, covered in a layer of lace. It was tight, hugging my hips and breasts and although I didn’t have much shape, the dress accentuated me in all the right places. It was beautiful and exactly what I was looking for, but the thing I noticed more than the dress was the way Matt looked, standing there with his hand still wrapped around my hip.
I took in his wide frame, wondering what he’d look like fucking me hard from behind or how those giant hands would feel cupping my breasts or pressing down between my shoulder blades, bending me over while he thrust deep inside me.Oh my God, Frankie. You have a problem. Leave the poor man out of your perverted fantasies.
As if he could read my thoughts, he let go of me and took a step back, his jaw clenched and his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“What do you think?” I asked, trying to cut the tension that filled the air.
“It’s perfect, but so were the others.”
“Men! Can you unzip me again, otherwise I probably will need rescuing when I get stuck.”
Pulling the zip back down, I felt the cool air conditioned breeze dancing across my skin, making my nipples harden. Then I was struck by the warmth of his fingertips ghosting along my spine, tracing from my neck to the curve of my lower back. His touch felt like a whisper when I craved a cacophony.
Sensing my need, his palm flattened over my stomach, his fingers stretched wide, pulling me against him. His solid, swollen cock pressed against my ass.
Unspoken words swam in his eyes, but neither of us spoke. I didn’t know how long we stood there; it could have been minutes, hours, or even days. His touch made me feel like he owned every inch of me, and I would have stayed there for a lifetime with the promise of more.
“Excuse me, Miss Hill. Would you like me to pull you any other dresses?”
The manager’s voice disintegrated our temporary connection. Matt dropped his hand like he’d been burned. Stepping back, he shook his head as if he couldn’t believe he’d touched me.
“I should leave you to change. I’ll be right outside, Frankie.” His voice was low and soft, but his eyes avoided mine as he pulled his cap back on and stepped out of the changing room.
The sudden change in his mood left me reeling, but as I changed back into my clothes, I couldn’t ignore how wet my panties were and how I longed to feel his hands on me again.