Just Deserts - Brenda Jackson [30]
Her expression indicated that he had gotten her attention. She smiled as if she actually thought he was teasing. “I’m already at your place now more than I’m at home, Tris.”
“I know but I don’t want you to consider your house on Lisbon Street as home anymore.” What he was trying to say was that he didn’t want her to consider that house she’d shared with Marc as home.
She shrugged. “To be honest with you, I don’t. I haven’t mentioned it to you, but I’m thinking of selling it. I want to look for another place. Maybe a condo.”
He decided not to argue the point about where she’d live. He knew how to work on her in other ways to change her mind, and they were ways they would both find enjoyable. Now if only he could get her out of this damn store. He looked around and then leaned close again. “Will I be able to go into the dressing room with you for a quickie?”
She chuckled, yet at the same time he noted that her breathing had changed. “A quickie?”
“Um, yes. It’s where I’ll get you in a very compromising position and make it my business—with very limited time—to get inside of you, making it good for the both of us.”
He could tell from the expression on her face that he had given her enough to fantasize about. “It could be something as simple and easy as me taking you against the wall. One, two or possibly three hard thrusts ought to do it.”
She licked her lips. “One, two or three?” she asked in a somewhat throaty voice.
“I guess I could go for four, although I really don’t think a fourth would be necessary. I promise to make it three good ones—hard and fast.”
The look in her eyes told him she was taking in everything he was saying. He inched a little closer to her. “Tell me something.”
She swallowed and licked her lips a second time. “What?”
“Are you wearing that turn-me-on perfume again? The one that reaches out to me on a primal level and makes me want to take you anywhere and anytime? The same one that has me fantasizing about tasting you all over?”
Even though she wore both a cami and shirt, he could see the hardened tips of her nipples. They seemed to be begging to be touched, licked, sucked—just about anything his mouth could do to them.
“No, I’m not wearing that perfume.”
He nodded and decided not to say in that case it had to be her own natural scent that was getting to him, turning him on, here of all places, in the middle of a damn department store. “I think we need to get out of here, Dani.”
“What?” She blinked.
He smiled. “I said we need to leave here or I won’t be held responsible for my actions—which just might make the six-o’clock news.”
“But I haven’t found gifts for Chris and Renée yet.”
“Give them gift cards and give me what I want.” His voice was relatively calm for a man who was getting more aroused by the minute.
“And what is it you want?”
“Honestly,” he said smoothly, knowing she had to be asking just for the hell of it. He figured for the past ten minutes or so he had painted a pretty clear picture. But just in case he hadn’t, he whispered, “I want you naked in my bed, with me taking you in every way known to man and a few ways that haven’t been created yet. But like I said, we can always go into one of those dressing rooms for a quickie.”
She broke eye contact with him and began fidgeting with a blouse on a hanger. “I’ve never had a quickie before.”
Knowing the asshole she’d been married to for five years, he could well believe that. “Um, I think you’ll find it enjoyable. Let me prove it to you.”
She cleared her throat. “Maybe some other time.”
“I’m going to hold you to it. You won’t know what hit you until it’s too late.” The sight of Dani’s sexy body pinned against a wall with him inside her was something he couldn’t erase from his mind.
“I think you’re right. We better go,” she said, placing the blouse back on the rack. “Besides, that saleslady has been watching us. I believe she thinks we’re shoplifters or something.