by M. W. Muse
“Then ask me,” she murmured.
River stared at her for several seconds, and she could hear his breathing accelerate. “Will you dance with me?” River breathed, shutting his eyes.
“Yes.” She stood and looked down at him.
River stood up and stared at her without moving. She extended her hand for him to take. He looked down at it and sighed as he placed his hand gently around hers. He guided her out to the dance floor, and they started to dance.
“I’ve had a really, really hard time keeping my eyes off you tonight,” River whispered as they swayed to the music, staring at each other.
“I know.”
River sighed. “You look so beautiful, Legacy.”
“And you look very handsome, River.” She smiled.
He squeezed her tighter, and she stepped closer to him. “This is the first time I’ve held you in weeks.” He shut his eyes.
“Yeah,” she murmured as she stepped up to him and laid her head on his chest.
River’s breath caught, and he wrapped his arms tighter around her.
They danced closely for the rest of the song. When it was over, she pulled away from him, and he stared at her with loving eyes.
“Thanks for asking me to dance,” she whispered.
He didn’t say anything, just nodded.
She turned around to walk back to her seat with River following behind. By the time they got back, Adin and Calli had made it there too. They all talked a little more casually until they were ready to start dancing again.
Legacy and Adin danced the rest of the night, and she wasn’t really sure if River and Calli did. She kept her eyes closed as she snuggled into Adin’s warm embrace. When her eyes were open, she didn’t take them off him.
When it was time to leave, they all said their goodbyes, and Adin took her home. He spent the ride to her house holding and kissing her hand, stroking her knee, caressing her face. It truly was a magical evening. When they arrived, he walked her to the door with an arm around her, and she started to go in.
“Legacy?” Adin grabbed her waist with his free hand, turning her around to face him. “I should probably go change before I come in.”
She figured this was Adin’s way of giving her some privacy to get out of her dress, so she nodded. “Okay, sweetie. I can’t wait to get out of these shoes.” She laughed.
Adin smiled at her and stepped up against her. He leaned down and kissed her softly. “You looked so wonderful tonight.”
She smiled at him and kissed him.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he whispered.
“Okay. Just come on up when you get here.”
She went inside and took her shoes off before she even went upstairs. The stilettos were cute, but her dogs were definitely barking. Being beautiful didn’t come without a few sacrifices. After she rid herself of her shoes and walked up to her bedroom, she took her hair down and ran her fingers through it. Then she took off her jewelry before tackling the dress.
She started to unzip it, but it didn’t budge. It felt as if she had grasped the zipper, but maybe she’d grabbed part of the dress instead. She walked over to the mirror and tried to watch herself as she reached for the zipper again. That’s weird. She did have a hold of it. She struggled with it for what felt like several minutes, but still didn’t have any luck. The zipper wouldn’t budge. It was stuck.
It was stuck!
She tried not to panic, but as she fought with the stubborn closure of her dress, the knowledge that Lissa wouldn’t be home for awhile kept screaming in her head. Her guardian was at an office party, so that only left one person to help her take off the dress. Adin. Crap!
Chapter Two
Legacy frantically struggled with the zipper again, but it wouldn’t budge. Would. Not. Budge. She heard Adin walk in the front door, and her heart started racing faster than the footfalls she heard coming toward her. This was it. At least she’d bought new undergarments to wear with the new dress. Yep, Adin was about to get an eyeful. When she and Calli had bought their dresses, they took the gowns with them to buy their bras. They needed to make sure they fit properly, and since Legacy had to buy a new bra for the dress, she’d picked a pretty blue color that matched the blue in her dress. While she was at it, she thought what the hell and got the matching panties too. Sure, she’d considered the possibility of seeing how far Adin would go if he got a chance to see her in the sexy ensemble. But she hadn’t envisioned it happening like this. Ugh. Oh well, if Adin was about to help her take her dress off, at least she didn’t have to worry about him seeing her in old, ratty underwear!
She quickly turned to her mirror and smoothed her hair, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Then Adin knocked on her bedroom door, and she winced. Gods, this was going to be embarrassing.
“Come in,” she said as calmly as she could manage.
Adin walked in wearing athletic pants and a t-shirt, staring at her in her dress. He frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but she shook her head and put her hand up.
“I’m stuck.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, walking closer to her.
“I, er, can’t get my dress unzipped.”
Adin rocked back on his heels, stopping in his tracks. “Oh.”
She took a deep breath while she stared at him. “Can you help me?”
“Umm, sure.” He shrugged. “I mean, of course.” He tried to sound casual when he spoke while he walked over to her. Yeah, he wasn’t fooling her. She turned around and lifted her hair up for Adin to reach the zipper. He gently tugged on it, but it wouldn’t unzip.
“See,” she said as if she were defending her weak arms. Or her lack of zapping it open. Her luck, she’d end up in the hospital because of that ability. Again.
He chuckled. Then he grabbed the top of her dress to pull it taut and tugged on the zipper again. It quickly unzipped past where it was caught, but he stopped and took a step back. “I think I got it.”
She took a deep breath. She obviously hadn’t planned on something like this happening, but now that she had Adin practically taking off her clothes, she was going to push this moment the gods had blessed her with...however awkward it was initially. She steeled her nerves and looked over her shoulder at him. “Can you finish unzipping it for me?”
“O-okay,” he said nervously. He stepped back up to her, and she grabbed the top of her dress to keep it from falling to the floor when he got it unzipped.
He slowly slid the zipper down. When she felt him draw it past her bra, surely exposing it to his view, he stopped, and his breathing spiked. Because she knew he was reacting to what he was seeing, her heart took off. She tried to keep her breathing even while she waited for him to finish unzipping the dress, but he just stood there and the seconds ticked by.
“Is it stuck again?” she asked, knowing it wasn’t, but she didn’t know what else to say.
“No,” he breathed. “Um, how far do you want me to go?”
She turned her head to the side, glancing over her shoulder. “I want you to go all the way.” As soon as she said the words, she realized how they actually sounded. She was talking about the zipper, but her response was laced with innuendo.
Adin cleared his throat and continued unzipping the dress. She didn’t remember the zipper being this long! It felt like it was taking forever for him to fully unzip it. And it seemed as if the lower the zipper went, the faster he breathed.
The zipper finally came to a stop at the top of her panties. She knew Adin had to have seen that they were the same blue color as her bra.
He stood still for a few seconds, and she licked her dry lips while she wondering what he was thinking. He wasn’t still for long.
He slid his hands into her dress and onto her back. She gasped at his gentle touch, and he stepped closer to her. He rubbed from the small of her back to the tops of her shoulders and back down again, his hands grazing over the lace at her back. Then he slid them around her waist as he stepped up ag
ainst her.
“I think that’s as far as it’ll go,” he whispered in her ear as he caressed her bare tummy.
She kept hold of the dress with one arm and reached up with her other hand along his neck and into his hair. Adin leaned down and kissed her shoulder before slipping his hands out of her dress. After his hands were free, she turned around and looked at him. His eyes were burning with desire, but he was keeping himself in check, trying to stay in control. She wasn’t having that. She reached up and stroked his cheek while she kept her other hand firmly locked onto her dress.
Adin’s eyes fluttered shut at her touch, and he panted. She wanted to kiss him, so she stepped up to him and stretched up on her toes. She ran her hand into his hair to coax his head toward her, but he didn’t move. He was resisting her. She knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want her. He was trying to do the right thing here. Well, “right” being totally subjective.
“Kiss me,” she whispered slowly.
He groaned as he let her slowly bring his head down. When their lips touched, she could feel his hot breath in her mouth for a split second, and then his tongue forged ahead, kissing her without anymore hesitation. There was no slow building of it. He possessed her mouth, and she was willingly giving it up to him. His hands went straight into her hair—she figured he thought that was the safest place for them—pulling her against him. She threw one arm around his back to squeeze him up against her as they kissed passionately. His tongue rubbed against and around hers without any finesse, taking her mouth in ways she’d only dreamed of him taking her body. And it was hot! As they devoured each other, Adin moaned, and his fingers knotted in her hair, holding her for his sensual assault, the light sting on her scalp shooting to other, needier parts of her body.
She had to touch him. She needed skin on skin and wasn’t sure how much longer the break on his control would last. She slid her hand down his back and under his shirt so she could grip him there.
He really liked that, his groaning approval making her lose all conscious thoughts. He was kissing her so eagerly and she was so wrapped up in him that she forgot why she was keeping her arm on her dress. She let go of her dress and slid her other hand around his back, needing him closer. Wanting him everywhere.
But Adin didn’t forget. As soon as she let go of the dress, his hands flew to her sides, grabbing the dress and keeping it up. That quick action made her gasp, breaking away from their kiss.
He rested his forehead against hers, panting. The thought of his hands being the only thing that kept her dress up messed with her mind and her heart—and not in a bad way. One move and she’d be almost naked before him. And he controlled that. For a chick who was going to be a powerful goddess, the thought of her love owning that kind of sexual control over her melted her insides. Oh yeah, she loved it. And she was going to revel in it. She slid her hands up his chest and into his hair, pulling his head back to hers.
“Ah, Legacy,” Adin whispered when their lips met. “I think—”
But she didn’t let him finish. She crushed her mouth to his, pushing his willing lips apart, and dove in. He moaned loudly, the sound vibrating against her as he gave her what she wanted. She moved her hands down his chest while they kissed, Adin having taken control back. When she reached his waist, she grabbed his shirt and started pulling it up. Touching his bare back hadn’t been enough. She needed to touch more of his hot flesh, but his shirt would only go so far since his arms were down around her body, holding her dress in place. She reached around and grabbed his arm to pull it off her, so she could take off his shirt.
Adin broke away from their kiss. “Legacy, if I let go, your dress will fall off.” He panted.
“Let it,” she whispered.
He moaned as he rubbed his lips against hers, barely touching. The change from him demanding her mouth to teasing her lips was driving her even crazier. But it felt as if he were deciding, so she would help him with that. She grabbed his shirt again and started pulling it up. While she did that, she traced his lips with her tongue, giving him a taste of the teasingly light touch, but with something more sensual that just her lips.
Decision made.
He let go of her dress and yanked off his shirt. Her dress fell to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her. They kissed briefly, and then he leaned down and picked her up, carrying her to the bed. Oh gods, it was happening. He placed her gently on the bed while they kissed and easily maneuvered his way on top of her. Feeling his supported weight above her heightened her arousal for him, and her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he angled his head and took possession of her mouth even deeper than before.
As they kissed, her hands roamed. Her fingers brushed his pecks and tweaked his nipples, causing him to thrust himself against the apex of her thighs. Heat flooded her, so she did it again. This time, Adin shoved his hand underneath her and grabbed her shoulders while he thrust against her, moans working their way out of him at the contact. Gods, that felt too good. She lifted her leg and rubbed it against his hip. Then wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his ass, encouraging him to do it again. When he moved against her that time, she gasped, and the sounds he made liquefied her. But she wanted more. She was ready for him. All of him. She let go of him, pushed against his chest, rolled over on top, and moved her lips down his neck, nipping at him as she slowly sat up.
Once she was upright, she looked down at Adin. His cheeks were flushed, lips wet and slightly swollen, beckoning her to taste them again. She could spend all day attached to his mouth. He gently stroked her knees with trembling fingers, the action belying the fiery gaze latched onto her. He was hungry for her, but he was waiting, watching. She rocked on him slowly, grinding herself against his erection. Adin squeezed his eyes shut and gripped her waist tighter, holding her against him as she did it, bringing them as close as possible with his pants and her panties still in the way. When she rubbed her hands on his chest down to the trail of hair below his belly button, he looked at her again, keeping his eyes on her face as she ran her fingers through the fine hair. Adin licked his lips and then slowly glided his hands up her sides to her breasts. He gently kneaded them through her bra, and her head fell back on a moan as she rocked against him again.
“Shit,” Adin groaned, and grabbed her hips again as he thrust up. She looked at him and their gazes locked. He bit his lip and watched her as he used his grip on her to move her on him. It felt so good, but so had his hands where they’d just been. It would’ve felt better without her bra, so she reached around her back to unclasp it, needing more of their clothing gone and wanting him to touch her without anything in the way.
Adin shot up, grabbing her hands behind her. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
She moved her lips to his. “Yes,” she whispered against him, and kissed him while she slid her hands out from under his and into his hair. Adin slowly leaned back, keeping his arms around her and pulling her down with him until he landed on the bed. He kissed her deeper, but a little slower than before, seeming to take a little more time to savor her, but obviously no less turned on. Gods, he was so hard. The thin material separating them did nothing to hide it. “Do you want to take it off of me?” she whispered against his lips. It was both a test to see if he’d actually do it since his actions had slowed slightly, and her desire to have him undress her further.
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. They kept kissing while he slid his hands to the clasp. He moaned as he grabbed it, his hands hot and determined, her breasts heavy, aching. Just as he tugged on it to unfasten it, a noise drifted from downstairs. The front door.
“Legacy?” Lissa called.
She and Adin both shot up.
“Oh no!” she whispered, jumping out of bed.
Adin rolled off, grabbing his shirt and putting it back on.
“I’m up here,” she called out while she ran to her closet and threw on a shirt and some shorts.
Adin quickly turned on the TV and threw a pillow over his lap to hide the ev
idence of his arousal while she walked her dress into the closet.
“Hi, Adin,” Lissa said as she came into her room.
“Hey, Lissa.” Crap. His voice sounded so different. Lissa had to know what they’d been doing up here.
Legacy took a deep breath and hoped her skin wasn’t all red. Then she peeked out of her closet. “What’s up?” she asked as naturally as she could.
“Oh, nothing. I had a little too much to drink, so Bill drove me home.” She giggled. “You should come down and meet him,” she whispered, or so Lissa thought she was whispering.
Legacy relaxed a little. Lissa was never one to hold her liquor. “Oh, okay.” She stepped out of the closet and Adin followed her downstairs where they met this Bill guy and visited. Legacy caught Adin staring at her heatedly from across the room several times, and he witnessed her ogling many, many times. When Bill left, Lissa announced she was turning in for the evening.
When Legacy and Adin were alone downstairs, she walked over to him.
“I should go,” he whispered before she reached him.
“You should stay,” she whispered. She slid her hands up his chest and around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. He came willingly, and she took complete advantage of that. Adin wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her back, but then his lips forged a path to her ear.
“I would love, love to stay, but if I do, I know I’m going to pick up where we left off. And that’s not very smart with Lissa down the hall.”
“With as much as she’s had to drink, she’ll be out for hours,” Legacy whispered, and kissed his neck. She wasn’t giving this up without a fight. She didn’t mind playing dirty. She kissed her way up to his ear as he leaned into her and nibbled on it.
Adin moaned, holding her tightly. “Sweetheart, please. When we make love for the first time, I want to give you my undivided attention. I can’t do that if I’m worrying about interruptions.”
She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. Gods, his control was incredibly maddening. But she sighed and said, “Okay.”