Chapter Thirteen
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Dillon
Her embarrassment was endearing.
And her blush?
I think that was the sweetest colour I had ever seen on a woman, and she was definitely a woman. It had been hard to control myself with her standing so close, water still slipping down her skin. Knowing nothing but a towel was between her naked skin and my eyes.
In fact, I was pretty sure I had never wanted to gaze upon someone so much in my long life. I wanted to feast my eyes upon her, drink her in and keep her there naked so could stare at her whenever I wanted.
She was like an exquisite piece of art.
One I wanted to keep locked up behind glass for eternity, so my brothers couldn’t get their dirty hands on.
The thought made me grin.
The only hands on her should be mine.
“Dammit to hell”
Her voice pulled me out of the daydream in an instant. Her voice was angry and was followed by a loud crash and some very loud swearing. Causing me to grin. For an absolute angel, she swore like a sailor.
“You ok in there?” I called, not moving from my place on the bed and mentally I gave myself a pat on the back for staying where I was and not barging into the room where I knew she would be naked. Naked naked and not just naked under a towel.
One point for me, being a complete gentleman.
It sure did make a change.
There was no answer but more swearing and then the door banged open and she stood there, silhouetted by the harsher light in the bathroom.
She was clutching the maroon fabric to herself, and her face was murderous.
“Did it sound like I was ok?”
“Are you hurt?” I was on my feet in a second, making short work of the distance between us I made quick work of studying every piece of bare skin she had on show.
She was more covered than I wanted I realised with a start. Giving her such a full dress was not my best idea, even if the almost shimmering colour looked amazing against her skin.
“No” She huffed “I … how the hell does this dress go on Dillon”
The laugh slipped from my lips and her eyes blazed again.
“Here” I reached for her bare shoulder and she flinched away as if she thought I would grab at her. Force myself on her.
The hurt I felt was unexpected. What did she think I was going to do to her? Grab her? Force myself on her. Touch her when she didn’t want to be touched.
I might be a devil but I wasn’t a monster.
“I'm just trying to help you do the dress up Faith, relax” Again I reached for her shoulder, keeping my fingers soft as I turned her and then I froze.
Her back was totally bare, I could see the curve of her ass where the fabric had pooled and I sucked in a breath.
Damn it I wanted to touch her.
Slowly as if I was petting a frightened animal I ran the pad of my index finger down the curvature of her spine, gently as if she would break. Half expecting her to pull away, to rant at me, maybe even attempt to slap my face but she didn’t move.
The smallest of shivers swept through her as my hand passed lower.
“Dillon” Her voice was breathy, barely a whisper as I stepped up to her, dropping my hand to her hip I squeezed as I pressed my front against her naked back. Wishing I could feel her skin against mine. But she didn’t move away as I dropped a kiss on the skin on the back of her shoulder.
She didn’t tense either which I took as a good sign.
She wasn’t totally immune to me. She didn’t favour Sebastians or Hunter because she knew them better.
“Dillon”
“Sssh” I murmured against her skin as my lips moved to the back of her neck.
“Dillon we shouldn’t, I shouldn’t” But she made no move to step away and I tightened my grip on her hops, bring her more flush against my body.
“Why shouldn’t we?” I didn’t make a move to touch more of her, just kept peppering her shoulders with the smallest of kisses. “I find you... I like you a lot Faith” I moved slightly so there could be no doubt what I was talking about as I pressed myself against the small of her back. “And I think you like me that was as well. Marriages have been built on less”
Dammnit I knew as soon as the words had left my lips I had said the wrong thing. She stiffened and I lifted my head reluctantly.
“Marriage?”
“Yes, Faith” Sighing heavily I stepped back, knotting the dresses several ties across her back with quick skilful hands. “Isn't that what you want?”
“I'm too young to even think about marrying anyone Dillon”
“No you aren’t, you were born to be a bride” I turned her back so I could stare into her face. Her lips were half parted, begging to be kissed.
And I wanted to kiss them.
“Born to be one of our bride's Faith, hopefully, mine. I think we would be amazing rulers don’t you?” I traced the outline of her cupid's bow with my thumb. What would it be like to kiss her? Taste them. “I think we would be amazing together in other ways as well”
Her lids fluttered shut.
“I am … yu said I could go home when all of this is done”
“If you choose to, of course, you can, or at least you can go somewhere else . but you could be a queen” I let my hand drop, running it through my hair as I turned away from her with a sigh. I wasn’t the best person to be explaining this all to her. “Wouldn't you like to be a queen Faith?” I whirled back at her, eyes searching.
What woman didn’t want to be a queen?
“All I want right now is food and some” The softness was gone from her face. The moment lost. Her eyes blazed. “Answers”
“That I can do” I held out my hand, relieved when her cool fingers curled around mine. “Let's get you fed”
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