Page 44 of Just One Chance

I spread my legs a few inches, giving him more room to move.

His finger slid between my folds and into my entrance. I pulled away from his mouth, my breath uneven. I licked my lips, and he said, "You want to buy this stuff and get out of here? We can have a private fitting. I'm really good at figuring out what fits." His mouth found my ear lobe and tugged.

I shivered as the sensations ran through my body. I was tingling and hot all over.

It was interesting how I'd felt so in control of this situation, and it only took a few seconds for everything to flip. Now I felt like I was going to die if I didn't have him inside me now.

He pulled away and smacked my ass. "Hurry."

I ducked into the changing room, my hands trembling as I pulled off the items and put on my clothes again. I loved everything I grabbed, so I gathered it all together and opened the door. He took everything from me and stalked toward the counter.

He dumped it on the glass top and waited while the woman rung everything up. "You find everything you were looking for?"

"Yes," Boone said tightly.

She scanned the items and gave him the total which made my eyes widen slightly. I hadn't paid attention to anything other than his reaction to what I was trying on.

Before I could protest, he swiped his card and took the bag of lingerie. We were headed out of the store and into the cold night. "We're going home."

"Yes," I breathed as he practically speed walked to his truck, throwing my things on the floor when I climbed inside. When he was in the cab, he turned on the engine and backed up. He flexed his hands on the wheel. "You did that on purpose. You wanted to drive me crazy."

I laughed. "I don't know if that's what I set out to do, but it was a nice side effect."

He glanced over at me. "It worked."

I touched his thigh, feeling the hard muscle and the flex underneath my palm. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I said you'd try things on for me in private, but I'm not sure I can wait that long."

I smiled. "We have all night."

He glanced over at me, a promise in his eyes. "I intend to hold you to that."

"I'm not going to get any sleep while I'm here, am I?" I wasn't exactly complaining. I was enjoying our time together.

"Not if I have anything to say about it." He parked in front of his workshop and apartment and turned off the engine.

Then he was getting out of the truck and pulling my door open. He wasn't wasting any time. I grabbed the shopping bag and got out. He led the way up the stairs to his apartment.

When the door closed behind us, he spun me so that my back was pressed against it. He kissed me, grinding his dick between my legs. I rolled my hips so that I could ride him, wishing there weren't any clothes between us.

He pulled back and said gruffly. "I want to see you."

"You want me to try something on?" I asked.

He nodded shakily. "Yes."

I grabbed the bag which had fallen to the floor and hurried toward the bathroom. I wanted it to be a surprise when I came out in this one. It was a red lace number, see through, and sexy. I hadn't tried it on in the store because I wasn't sure either of us could control ourselves if he saw me in it.

I hurried to take off my clothes and pull on the tiny lace. I twirled in the mirror before he asked, "Are you done?"

"Yes." My voice was softer, breathy. I'd never felt more turned-on in my life. I was primed and ready for him. The lingerie was just a barrier to getting what I wanted. Him.

He opened the door, and I turned to face him. He grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the space. He wasn't touching me anywhere else yet, but his gaze felt like a physical caress. He perused me slowly, stopping every so often.

Then he had me twirl in front of him. "You're sexy as fuck."

He didn't say the lingerie was sexy or that I was sexy in it. He'd said I was sexy, as if it didn't matter what I was wearing.