I straddle him, my knees on either side of his thighs, and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is wet andwild, his tongue sliding against mine, making heat pool between my legs.
Damn, the man is potent.
When we finally come up for air, his gray eyes are dark and stormy, full of lust. “Let’s go shopping.”
“What about this one?”I hold up a simple black sweater, checking the price tag.
We’re in the women’s clothing section of the big box store, and I’m pushing a shopping cart that’s already half full. I’ve never been a big shopper. My Miami wardrobe consisted mostly of shorts, tank tops, and bikinis, but it’s clear I need a complete winter wardrobe if I’m going to survive here in St. Louis.
Rambler—Aaron—eyes the sweater and nods. “Get it. And that blue one too.”
I hesitate, looking at the price. “I don’t know...”
He reaches past me and grabs the blue sweater I was eyeing, tossing it into the cart. “Get both.”
I add the black one to the cart, next to the single pair of jeans I selected. Aaron immediately grabs four more pairs in different washes, tossing them in without even checking the sizes.
“Wait! That’s too much.” I try to grab one of the pairs, but he blocks me with his body.
“You need clothes, butterfly.”
“I know, but you’ve already done so much for me,” I argue. “I can’t let you spend all this money.”
His arm snakes around my back, and he pulls me against his chest. “Are you mine?”
The question makes my heart skip a beat. I bite my lip and nod.
“Then get what you fuckin’ need, baby.”
I sigh, knowing I’m not going to win this battle. I scan the women’s section, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the choices. I’ve never had to shop for sweaters and winter clothes before.
Slowly, I start selecting items—a few more sweaters, some long-sleeve t-shirts, a couple of hoodies. Aaron follows behind me, occasionally adding things to the cart when he thinks I’m not being thorough enough.
“Ooh, they have thermal underwear,” I say, grabbing a package. “I probably need these, right?”
Aaron’s lips twitch. “Definitely. Though I prefer you without underwear.”
My cheeks heat. “Aaron!”
He laughs, the sound deep and rich, sending a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the cold.
We move to the next aisle, which is full of bras and panties. I start to reach for the plain cotton ones, but Aaron stops me.
“No fucking way.”
“What’s wrong with these?” I hold up a package of simple cotton briefs.
He grimaces like I’m holding a dead rat. “You’re not wearing granny panties.”
Before I can argue, he’s loading the cart with lacy thongs and satin bikinis in every color imaginable. He adds matching bras, barely glancing at the sizes.
“How do you even know my size?” I ask, puzzled.
He smirks, his eyes dropping to my chest. “I’ve had my hands all over you, butterfly. Trust me, I know.”
I shake my head, but I can’t help smiling. The man is incorrigible.
He grabs a red satin teddy with white fur around the edges and holds it up. “This. You definitely need this.”
