Page 89 of Just for the Cameras
She doesn’t need anything else, so step away.
And yet, I don’t.
Glancing down at her back again, I feel this fiery desire to caress my finger over her spine, from the nape of her neck to the delicate slope of her…
Jesus Christ, what is happening to me?
Snap the fuck out of it.
But…I can’t.
My eyes travel back down to the clasp of her bra, my mind working on all the different ways that I could take it off. How I could push her up against the wall, right here, right now, and pull down the cups of her bra, exposing her.
I bring my fingers to the black lace bra, my mind racing, and quietly say, “I can take care of this for you.”
Her short intake of breath collides with my thoughts—my muddled, confused, fucking scary thoughts—and when her eyes meet mine again, I can see those thoughts mirrored in her pupils.
Muddled.
Confused.
Scared.
Because somethingisbrewing.
Something different between the two of us.
Something that has my body buzzing with lust.
With need.
With so much pent-up energy that if I’m not fucking careful, I’ll do something really stupid, something I won’t be able to take back.
After a few short, agonizing seconds, she says, “Um, is it weird if you help?”
Maybe, but I want to.
I want to be the one removing her clothes, no one fucking else and especially not Glasses.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Then, um…sure. Thank you.”
She turns her back toward me, and it takes everything in me not to drag my fingers along her soft skin as I reach for the clasp. Instead, I hold back my natural instincts, and slowly, one prong at a time, unhook her strapless bra until it falls loose. Maple holds the front of her dress close to her chest so nothing falls, which is a reminder that if she were possiblyfeeling the same way as me in this moment, she would let her dress and bra fall to the ground.
But she doesn’t.
So I pull away to avoid the temptation standing in front of me. I take a step back, putting just enough distance between us so I keep my hands off her, and as she turns toward me, her dress hangs loose, ready to fall at any second. I raise my gaze to hers. All she would have to do is lift her arms and she’d be bare to me, and for some stupid reason, I find that really fucking appealing.
This is dangerous.
Very dangerous.
I need to fucking leave.
I tug on the back of my neck, taking another step back. “Anything else you, uh, you need?”
She shakes her head. “No, I think…I think I’m good.”
