A scent soaks the air, pulling Connall’s focus from me.
Louanna’s arousal is the sweetest of essences. When she’s turned on, the air smells of the climbing honeysuckle vines from the meadow I grew up in.
Connall and I turn as one to find my sweet Louanna’s mouth open, eyes hooded as she watches us. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, both hands flat on the checkout counter’s surface.
Next to me, Connall sucks in a deep, ragged breath, another soft growl tumbling from his throat. Louanna’s scent explodes, drenching the air with her need. Connall strides to the checkout counter and sets the vial down so hard, I’m shocked it doesn’t break.
“Just this, please,” he grits out, his voice rough with his wolf’s deeper tone.
“O-okay,” she says, eyes wide as she rings him up without even looking, her fingers still on the keys. “Connall…”
I stand silent, watching them, getting hard as he breathes heavily. He can’t pull his eyes from her, and with his incredible sense of smell, I’m certain he’s struggling not to yank our Louanna over the countertop to fuck her.
“Do it,” I encourage. “Whatever yer thinking about…do it.”
He ignores me and reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a fistful of cash and slapping it on the counter.
Lou sputters, “This is too much; it’s like four times what the?—”
“It’s fine.” He spins in place.
He’s gonna run. I can feel it.
“Louanna, my sweet,” I urge, “come find the key, my darling.”
She rounds the checkout counter with an exasperated sigh. “Are you kidding me right now?”
I glance down at her, then back at Connall where he stands frozen next to the checkout. His eyes are planted firmly on Louanna’s ass. I’d pay good money to know his exact thoughts.
“Give me the key,” she commands, scowling up at me.
“Gods, I love it when you get bossy,” I admit, crossing my arms. “Yeh’ll have to find the key, Louanna.”
“Stop it,” she hisses. “Hand it over. You’re making this weird. Again.”
“Weird. Hot. Sexy. Plenty of names for it,” I joke. “Go on, my beauty, find it.”
She lets out a string of expletives to make a sailor blush, then grabs my chest straps and looks underneath them.
“Not there, Louanna,” I say with a laugh, bending to bring my lips close to her ear. “Look lower.”
Connall stands there, eyes roving the both of us as Lou reaches a hand into one of my pockets, grumbling about how the key isn’t there. When she rounds me and feels in the other pocket, I roll my eyes and let out a soft, sensual moan.
“Yes, Louanna, keep going in that direction,” I say.
Connall grits his jaw but can’t keep his eyes off o’ her as she checks both of my back pockets. I grin at him, loving how he can’t bring himself tae leave.
“Come with us to dinner,” I say again. “I want yeh to. She wants yeh to.”
Lou stops her search of my body and looks at him. “Please, Connall.”
Green eyes flash again, but he shakes his head. “I shouldn’t.”
“C’mere, Connall,” I command. “Why don’t yeh help Louanna find the key?”
His brows shoot skyward, but he licks his lips as she slaps my stomach.
“Dirk, it’s not in your pocket. Where the hells did you put it?”
