Almost Had You (Harbour Point SEAL Series Book 2) by Rachel Robinson

Author:Rachel Robinson [Robinson, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: cpsmi
Published: 2019-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

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Clover

MERCER DROVE HIS dad’s truck and I drove my car home from the festival. We’re at my house, I’m standing on one side of my bedroom and Mercer is standing on the other. In a white uniform that was made for him, tailored to every muscle and curve of his body. He looks good enough to eat, but I just remembered the awful truth about what’s underneath the orange dress that has been the butt of twenty-seven jokes in my mind on the ride here.

“No, I want to. It’s just I’m not ready right now,” I say, hoping he won’t probe. He just called himself a Southern gentleman, didn’t he? “I need to change first, that’s all.”

He takes off his uniform shirt. “Ready how? Are you a recipe that needs to simmer? A loaf of bread that has to rise?” His words are light, but his gaze is fire. “I will take the dress off of you. We’ll solve the whole changing first problem when you’ll end up naked anyway.”

“Undergarments, Mercer. I don’t expect you to understand, but leave it to you to turn this into something about food.”

He pulls the white undershirt out of his pants, untucking both in a brusque move. “I don’t care if your bra and panties match, Clover. I want what’s under them. It’s always about food. Both things I want to eat. Same. Same.” His gaze turns hungry and I realize how embarrassing this is about to get. There’s no stopping it now.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” I exclaim, adjusting the deep V of my dress, even though I know everything is secure.

Mercer grins, not taking me seriously. “Come on, darlin’ Let’s get this started. I’ve been wanting you all day long. You’re cooked and risen and it’s sort of a lucky coincidence, I’m risen, too.” The bulge in his white uniform pants twitches to drive his point home.

I breathe out. I want it so badly. “You’re such a smooth talker, aren’t you? Tell me what smooth and suave thing you have to say about this.” I push the shoulders of my dress down my arms and slide the dress down to pool at my waist. My breasts spring free, and his face contorts in absolute confusion—brows furrowed and lips twisted. “It’s tape, Mercer, pick your jaw up off the floor.”

“What is happening here? It looks a bit like a Marilyn Manson music video, but I dig it.” He nods subtly as he studies me.

“It’s a trick most women would love to keep secret. You didn’t give me that courtesy. I can’t wear a bra with this dress, so I taped my boobs up and out. It conceals my nipples and makes things stand a little higher, keeps them inside the dress, if you catch my drift. I’m pretty offended you’re comparing my gaffer’s tape bra to a musician.” I point at my breasts. “A lot of women do this.” Especially in the pageant world, but that’s something I don’t want him thinking about.

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