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But he liked it when she touched it. Everything was a little different when she touched him, as if wonder and delight were having a party in her senses. It was addicting as fuck.
He slid his fingers around the back of her jeans and cupped her ass. She moaned against his mouth, her huge blue-gray eyes burning with excitement. So starved for touch—his touch.
At least in his fantasies he believed it.
Because she was a fantasy come to life. And he was terrified a few days weren’t going to be enough of a fix.
He bent to take her mouth when someone clearing their voice behind them interrupted.
“You are going to pay for those, right?”
She stopped, her sweet mouth an inch from his. “Yes. Of course we are.”
“The dressing rooms are over there.”
He turned toward the woman’s voice. “Right. We’ll go finish trying on her stuff there.”
“Mmm-hmm.” The woman swept through the women’s section with an armful of clothing.
He checked the tags on a few of the shirts Lauren had thrown in the cart. “Three dollars?”
“I like a good deal.”
He shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Humor me.”
He blew out a breath and grabbed four more shirts in the same size in different styles and then another pile from a display. “Let’s go try some of these on.”
“Okay,” she said with a belabored sigh.
“Don’t forget your new shoes,” he said as he headed for the women’s dressing room.
“Crap. Right.” She ran back to the mirror and gathered her shoes and a blueish shirt from the floor.
He wasn’t proud of the fact that he watched her ass the whole time, but he did it anyway. An attendant in her late fifties was sitting at the desk, her head propped on her hand as she flicked through security tags in a box. “Hi.”
She gave him a bored look. “How many?”
He peered into the cart. “A lot.”
“I don’t need to try them all on.” Lauren waddled up behind him with a few more shirts in her arms and another two pairs of jeans. “Eight.”
He looked down at the jeans then turned her around to look at her tag. He tossed the larger sized jeans on the rack. “Six.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Fine. Six.” She took the tag from the attendant and pushed the curtain aside.
“I wish my ass looked like that,” the woman muttered.
“I keep telling her she looks amazing.” He smiled and shrugged. “I’ll convince her.”
The attendant straightened. “You’re probably the only guy—actually, I’ll go with person—to come into this area today and not make their girl feel bad for her curves.”
“She’s way too fu—er, sexy to not keep telling her.”
She held her hand up for a high five.
He glanced at the woman’s tag and slapped her hand. “Thanks, Flo.”
