Sweet Liar (Dirty Sweet, #1)(14)

I circled her, studying every delicious curve. “The thing I don’t understand as of yet is why it was so important to you that he let us stay here?”

I stopped when I was facing her again so I had the full vantage point when she undid the tie at the side of her dress, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor.

Audrey Lind in nothing but her high-heeled boots and the naughtiest pair of matching panties and bra I’d ever seen on a woman.

Goddamn, this apartment really needed curtains.





Six





Audrey





Dylan seemed to go pale. He normally had rather fair skin—probably because he was British and because his work habits didn’t let him out in the sun too often—but now he was even whiter than usual.

Maybe it was a bit scandalous to just drop my dress the way I had. I could have talked to him about my plan first, but after the way he’d kissed me the night before, I didn’t think conversation was necessary. I was certainly still buzzing from the feel of his lips and the sweep of his tongue. I thought a little skin would be all that was needed to reignite those passions in him as well.

Instead, it seemed to throw him into a state of shock.

“Audrey,” he stammered, his eyes darting everywhere, then to me, then quickly to anywhere else but me. He was deliberately trying not to look, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself. “What the bloody hell are you doing, girl?” He picked my dress up off the floor and brought it to me. “Put this on. Please. There aren’t curtains. The whole city can see you!”

I glanced behind him at the windows. We were too high for anyone to see in through the street, and the apartments across the way didn’t have the floor-to-ceiling glass that this unit had. It was unlikely anyone could see me from there either.

I took the dress from him anyway. Then tossed it over my shoulder to the ground. “I don’t care if everyone can see me. I only care if you see me.”

This made the color return to his face.

“And as for what I’m doing,” I continued, stepping toward him, but before I could say more he interrupted.

“If you have more to say then could you please do it from the couch? Which is over there. A safe distance from me.”

He muttered the last part so quietly that I wasn’t even sure I was supposed to hear it.

It made me smile. He really was quite adorable. “If it makes you more comfortable.” I shrugged.

“It does.”

“Well, then.” I didn’t mind humoring him. And torturing him simultaneously. I sat on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other, hoping the slow, seductive routine didn’t come off as clumsy and embarrassing. Just because I felt confident didn’t mean I knew what I was doing. Hence this entire kismet project.

Dylan immediately lined himself up between me and the window, using his body to make up for the lack of blinds.

See? Adorable.

“As you were saying,” he prompted.

“As I was saying.” I took a breath in and let it out. “Here’s the deal—I’ve had two serious boyfriends in my life. Two men that I’ve had sex with, and I didn’t sleep with either of them until we’d said the L word. Which is to say, I don’t do this. Ever.”

“Mm hmm.” His arms were crossed over his chest and he nodded furiously, as though urging me to go on.

So I did. “With both of them the sex was blah.”

“Right. You didn’t find either of them compatible. Yes, yes. You told me this last night. I remember. How exactly does this lead to you standing naked in my flat?”

“Not your flat yet, Dylan,” I teased. “And not naked. I have lingerie on. Purchased just for you.” I uncrossed my legs, stretched them out in front of me, and leaned back on my palms so he could have the best view of my ensemble. “Do you like?”

“I, uh.” He cleared his throat. “I do like. Very much.”

The piercing gaze he hit me with made my heart trip and my skin prickle with goosebumps.

“But that doesn’t explain the, um…” He gestured toward me with his entire hand. “This.”

I chuckled. “I’m getting there. I was getting there last night, too, just, your lips became a distraction.” Maybe I’d gone over the top in the flirtation department, but it didn’t make the statement any less true. Besides, it was worth it to see the color in his cheeks deepen and the crotch of his pants expand while he let himself remember our kiss.

It was especially worth it because of how much his pants expanded. Dang, that man was hung.

After a distracted beat, I went on. “Anyway. After my last breakup, I decided that I needed to get the sex ed out of the way before I settle down. So. Isn’t it kismet that I met you? An experienced man who is only interested in banging? Wouldn’t you like to bang me now? Show me how it’s done?”

He inhaled sharply then clutched his chest with one hand, wiping at his forehead with the other as he fell back against the glass behind him.

I stood up, panicked. “Dylan! Are you okay? Are you having a heart attack?” I rushed to him, but he waved me away and stumbled toward the couch.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. As long as you stay there, several feet from me, I’m fine.”