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Her body swayed, and, whether voluntary or involuntary, she leaned into my touch. She licked her lips, the red color slathered on them a bit darker today, like she’d been eating pomegranate and the juice stained them. Would she taste as sweet?
I wanted to find out.
It was a struggle to pull my hand away, to lose the warmth of her skin. I held my phone out to her, and she grabbed it, inputting her number. I sent her a text so she’d have mine, and felt more at ease knowing I had a way of getting ahold of her at any time now. It was yet another way I wove myself around her, entwining our lives so she wouldn’t know another way to live.
It was almost too easy, knowing that she was this broken. Maybe it was fucked up, but the broken ones were always easier to get into bed. They were so desperate for love, so desperate for attention. They were starved of gentle touch and a loving embrace.
I could be that for her.
“Shall we?” I said, stepping far enough away to put some distance between us. She dipped her head in a slight nod, that pretty blush staining her cheeks as I opened the passenger door and gestured for her to get in.
She did so without hesitation, and I nearly laughed. She was just handing herself to me.
After getting in and starting the car, I watched her from the corner of my eye as we drove through the streets of Groveton. It was a small town, much smaller than what I was used to, so we didn’t have a lot of shops to choose from.
“I’m still learning what all this town has to offer,” I said. “What store should we hit first?”
She shifted in her seat as she looked out the window like she was trying really hard to figure out the perfect store. Finally, she sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Can’t go wrong with Target, I suppose.”
A smirk played on my lips as I nodded and drove toward the nearest Target, silence filling the small car again. I racked my mind trying to find something to say—anything to kill the silence between us and feel that same burning connection from earlier.
But before I could say anything, I was pulling into the parking lot and shutting off the car. I stared at the building, my stomach a ball of nerves. I needed to figure out a way to keep her with me longer today. Target would have everything we needed, and we'd be done before we even began.
"Emmett?" Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I plastered a smile on my face.
"Come on." She reached for her door handle, and I pressed my hand against her bare thigh. September in Texas was still warm enough for her to wear summer dresses and clothes that revealed her perfect skin, and now that I'd touched her once, I'd take every opportunity to do it again. "Stay there. I'll come around."
I didn't let her say anything as I got out of the car and bound around it, pulling open her door and offering her my hand. She stared at it, clearly shocked, but slid her palm against mine, letting me help her from her seat.
I let my hand linger around hers for a moment too long, giving her a gentle squeeze before letting go and gesturing toward the store. Rounding her, I made sure to walk on the outside, something she noticed and apparently liked, so I made a note to always do it.
As we walked inside and grabbed a cart, I couldn't help but notice how out of place she seemed, how in awe she was of everything. Her eyes were wide, and she looked more like a kid in a candy store than she did a teenage girl in Target.
She clung to my side as we ventured deeper into the store, walking past the clothes and beauty section, her eyes widening with every new, shiny item on display. "Is there anything you'd like to look at?" I asked, and her head snapped up toward me.
"No," she said, a choked laugh coming from her. "I can't afford anything in here." As soon as the words were out, shame filled her face. "I just mean..."
"It'll be my treat," I offered, smiling softly. "Find something you like."
"That's not—it's okay. You don't have to do that." More shame filled her voice, but I shrugged, acting like I wasn't a totally broke professor who couldn't even afford to pay my ex-wife the alimony owed to her.
"It's no trouble," I said. "Pick something out." I tried to leave no room for argument, but it seemed like this was something she felt strongly about. She firmly shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"I told you yesterday I'm not a charity case," she muttered. I stopped in the middle of the homeware aisle to stare at her.
"Did I ever say you were?" I asked softly, stepping into her personal space. She backed up, but the shelves behind her stopped her from escaping. I crowded her, dropping my voice the same way I had the other day, knowing it made her body pulse with need for me. If I reached under her little dress, would I find her pussy a sloppy, wet mess for me? "I just want to buy you a gift to say thank you for helping me today."
Her eyes were massive, and I could see the hunger burning in them. "I don't need a gift," she breathed.
"Let me do this for you," I murmured, trailing my fingers up her arm. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths, and I let my gaze drop to them for only a moment.
“Fine. But just something small, okay?” I grinned in triumph as I stepped back, watching her shoulders slump and her catch her breath.
“Deal.”
I held my hand out between us, a silent question. She stared at it, hesitating before she slid her hand into mine. I tugged her down the aisle, aiming for the home goods section at the back of the store.
“So, what are you thinking for the room?” I asked, pulling her along after me. Her short legs made it hard for her to keep up, but she managed to stay at my side, her hand still wrapped tightly in mine.
