Carter (Bourbon & Blood book 3)
“He wasn’t sure what the hell that dress was made of but he’d remember to say a prayer of thanks, though that would probably finish paving his road to hell. There was lots of jiggling. Why the hell women tried to avoid having things jiggle when to his mind it was the best damn thing about their bodies, he had no idea.
Every step and her perfect breasts threatened to spill out the top of that piece of lingerie that was masquerading as a dress. By the time she reached the door, he could barely breathe. He sure as hell couldn’t talk. So he just stepped back and ushered her inside.
“I’m feeling a little underdressed,” he finally managed as he walked into the kitchen and flipped the steaks he’d put on.
“Dinner? Were you expecting someone else?” she asked.
“Just you. I thought since you’d had to come all this way to retrieve your shoe, I could at least feed you,” he replied.
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