Free The Year of Living Shamelessly by Susanna Carr Page A

reflection in her closet mirror. It wasn’t quite the freakum dress she had planned, it was something a little bit more unexpected. Outrageous. And quite possibly an expensive mistake. Katie frowned and looked at herself from every possible angle.
     
    PVC was a heartless bitch. It was a good thing she went to the gym five times a week. And that she had been waxed and buffed to within an inch of her life before the holiday celebrations. The black polyvinyl vest and pants were smooth and shiny. The vest lifted, hugged and molded her breasts, exaggerating her curves. The pants fitted so snugly that it looked as if oil was painted onto her legs.
     
    The outfit definitely met her requirements. It was wild—although not as wild as other things she could have selected from the sex shop—and the PVC was doing its best to take her breath away. She grabbed a vintage black leather jacket from her closet and put it on. She tugged at the lapels and studied her reflection. She looked tough in the outfit. Hard-bitten. And, yet, oddly familiar.
     
    She shifted from one leg to the other, pouting her red lips. She had seen someone wearing this before. Who did it remind her of? Katie’s eyes widened when it suddenly hit her.
     
    Oh. My. God. She looked like Sandy in Grease . All she needed to do was fluff up her hair and sing “You’re the One That I Want” to complete the picture.
     
    Katie whipped off the jacket and tossed it onto her bed. She looked back into the full-length mirror and studied the black vest. Now she just looked like a biker chick. Or maybe a groupie for a hard rock band.
     
    Had she gone from Sandy to slut? Not that it was necessarily a bad thing. . . . Should she play it safe and grab a T-shirt, or should she play it shamelessly?
     
    She heard the knock on the kitchen door. The pounding was fierce. Katie glanced at the clock as her heart started to gallop. Her plan was already in action. She wasn’t ready!
     
    Katie gave one last look in the mirror before she left her bedroom. It looked like shamelessly was going to win. At least she was embracing her daring side.
     
    She strolled to the kitchen as best she could in the PVC pants. Her bare feet were cold on the linoleum floor. Goose bumps prickled her bare arms, but she knew that wasn’t from the cold as much as it was from anticipation.
     
    Katie opened the back door without checking in the window. She had a strong feeling Ryder was on the other side because she had made sure he would hear a piece of gossip he couldn’t ignore. She looked up and Ryder immediately towered over her. His hands clutched the sides of the door frame as he leaned in. She felt surrounded by him.
     
     
     
     
     
    Oh, sweet mother of . . . Ryder’s mind fizzled to a blank. He blinked hard and stared at Katie. His cock stirred as he took in every inch of the black outfit that coated her sexy body.
     
    He didn’t think he was going to be able to keep his hands off her for long. He’d struggled enough with his self-control years ago when she’d worn dresses in soft, feminine colors that accented her curves. When she had the grace and beauty of a princess and he wouldn’t dare touch her.
     
    Those were the good old days. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her, but he had been able to keep his distance. Then she gave herself a makeover. The skin-tight jeans raised his temperature and the sexy outfits begged for his touch. He’d fought hard not to accept the silent invitation, and there were moments when he’d almost surrendered, but he’d always managed to hold himself in check.
     
    But this outfit . . . oh, God. It was going to be his downfall. The shiny fabric had him mesmerized. Her breasts were thrust out, demanding his attention. It was Katie at her most aggressive, most brazen. She was shamelessly advertising her body and her need for hot and dirty sex.
     
    His hands clenched the door frame while his blood roared through his veins. The lust was so strong