“I was sending it to your sister for approval,” I admit.
He clears his throat. “Oh. Right. Okay.”
I laugh and sit down on the bench, leaning my back against the wall. “Did you think I was sending it to some guy?”
“No,” he scoffs.
“Liar,” I whisper with a teasing smile.
His dimples make an appearance right along with a subtle blush on the apples of his cheeks while he shakes his head. We stare at each other for a moment until he lowers his voice to break the silence. “Move the phone farther away.”
I don’t know what I was thinking, following his command so effortlessly, but my arm stretches out in front of me.
“Jesus,” he mutters as he scrubs a hand down his face. “Now pull the top down.”
“Warren!” I whisper. “I’m in public.”
“Is the door locked?”
“Yes.”
My eyes flick between the phone screen and the door. I can hear the low rumblings of a few shoppers blending in with the music being played over the speakers. They’d be none the wiser if I just . . .
I lock eyes with him and suddenly lose all train of thought. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before. But he looks like he’s about to come completely unraveled on the other end of thephone anyway, tracking my every movement. Unable to resist his request any longer, my middle finger trails along the bare skin between my breasts.
I keep my eyes on Warren’s as my fingers dance along the lace and finally grasp the top of the fabric that sits barely an inch above my nipple. Slowly, I pull it down.
“Fuck,” he growls. A hand runs through the hair on the side of his head while he leans back in his seat and looks at the ceiling. “I’m coming to get you right now.”
I shake my head and giggle softly so that no one on the other side of the door suspects anything. “Don’t do that, we're almost done shopping anyway.”
My hand moves to the other breast so that both sides are pulled down.
His expression is one that I’ve seen before. I’ve spent too many nights dreaming about the same look during what we did after that first kiss. His tongue, his fingers . . . my eyes close just thinking about it and my finger starts circling a nipple.
“I want my mouth right there so fucking bad,” he growls.
My tongue darts out to pull in my bottom lip just thinking about it. “Or you could put it here—” I trail my hand down my stomach. Until the banging on the door starts, that is.
“Are you on the phone? Let’s go. I'm almost to that point in the shopping trip where I want to race home and lay on my back in a quiet dark room by myself for a few hours.” Blythe’s voice jolts me out of my trance and I instantly pull up the top of the bodysuit and sit up straight.
“Don’t hang up.”
“I’m hanging up,” I whisper as fiercely yet quietly as I can. “Be right there!”
I change clothes as quickly as I can and rush out of the dressing room.
“I’m ready to be done,” Blythe sighs when I sidle up next to her at the register.
“Same,” I say, trying to keep my voice even and not sounding like I just did sprints up and down every aisle of this store.
“Snacks and music on the way home?”
I nod as she loops her arm through mine. “Perfect.”
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