“That’s good for hanging out at home. Not where I want to go with you sometimes. Let me do this? It’s only clothes. I’m not buying you a car or an apartment.” He squeezed my shoulder.
“Only a few things. I don’t need a whole wardrobe.”
“Let’s see what we find.”
Two hours later, we’d purchased a suit from Hugo Boss, along with several ties, two shirts from Thomas Pink, and shoes from Cole Haan. Thanks to Frisco’s unashamed flirting with the salesclerk, they even had the pants tailored within an hour, so we sat down for a cup of coffee. When we returned to the store, I tried on the jacket. It fit beautifully, and when I zipped up the trousers, I had to admit, I might’ve preened in the mirror once everything was done.
“I knew it.” Frisco’s hot gaze raked over me, and I felt devoured. “You’re always so fucking hot, but seeing you all dressed up like this makes me want to rip it off and fuck you raw.”
The small room closed in on me, and the air crackled with palpable electricity. I couldn’t breathe, and my mouth dried. “I-I think I should change.”
“No. Don’t. I want you to wear this.” He smoothed a hand along my arm, and I could feel the heat of his touch through the fine wool. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect in it.”
Weak from the crazy emotions spiraling through me, all I could do was nod.
He took a step toward me, his face so serious, I blurted out, “What’s wrong?”
He reached out and brushed my cheek with his fingertips but didn’t answer and walked out, closing the door behind him with a quietclick. I gave way to my shaky knees and sank into the chair. There were times I saw a flash of something in his eyes, but it might’ve been a trick of the light or my wishful thinking.
It wasn’t only sex for me. If I hadn’t thought I loved him already, everything about this day had woven its unique magic around me. But trying to pin down Frisco for his feelings was like sand slipping through my hands. Would I be able to hold on to him?
