“He works in the toy store over there.” She points to her right. “He’s harmless.”
“Harmless?” I’m not so sure of that. “He looked pretty angry.”
“Well, he’s got a little crush on, um, me. He’s harmless,” she repeated.
I’d rather not make her worry, but guys like that aren’t always harmless. Some are downright dangerous.
“Well, I love the necklace. Can you gift wrap it for me?”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.”
But I don’t stand and wait; I follow her into the back room. She looks back at me, startled that I’ve followed her. I stand in the doorway and lean my shoulder on the doorjamb. My body barely fits, but I’ve got enough room to lean and cross my feet.
I watch as she finds a gift box. She sets the necklace on a bed of cotton and then wraps that in tissue. She places a small gold sticker on the spot the tissue overlaps. Once the box is together, she wraps it in simple silver paper and a white ribbon. It’s nothing fancy, but it works. On the bottom of the box, she addsa sticker with the store information, the logo, address, website, and phone number.
“Do you have a business card?”
“I do,” she says, grinning. She walks over to a small locker and pulls out an old brown purse. Digging through, she pulls out a card. Walking up to me holding the card out, she says, “There you go.”
I’m overcome with need—the need to touch her. I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her toward me gently. I don’t want to scare her off, but I need to kiss her. She lets out a little squeak as I wrap my big hands behind her back and pull her into me.
“Remember when we talked about that kiss?”
She nods. “Uh-huh.”
“Well, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Y-you can’t?”
“Nope,” I say as I lean down. I slide my lips over hers and feel her shiver in my arms. Pulling her closer to me and slipping my hands into her sleek new hairstyle, I can smell the jasmine in her hair, or is that her scent? I tilt my head to the left and move hers to my right so I can get into this kiss.
Her little tongue swipes at my mouth, and I open for her without hesitation. Jesus, this is better than the first kiss. My dick is throbbing in my pants. I’m sure she can feel it, and I don’t care. I wrap my hand over her wrists and pull them up so they’re around my neck. Next, I slide my palms down until I’ve got my palms resting on her lower back. They’re itching to move lower to that luscious ass, but it’s too soon. I pull back from the kiss. “MacKenzie?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, dazed.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
“Really?” she says, sincerely surprised.
“Really.” I chuckle. “You’re kind of hard to forget.”
“Sam?” she whimpers.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“You’re hard to forget, too.”
“Have dinner with me?”
“Okay.”
I kiss her again, this time more gently. If I keep going at the same frantic pace as before, we’re going to need to do this thing on the workbench, and my first time with MacKenzie Blue Parker isn’t going to be on a wooden table. It’s going to be in my big bed. I groan, thinking about her naked and wanton.
“What time are you done here?”
“Five.”
“I’ll be back to pick you up.” I kiss the tiny freckles on the bridge of her nose and pull away from her. MacKenzie’s pink face and lips are swollen from my kiss. She’s fucking beautiful. “See you at five.”
