Shadow
I growl low in my throat, stepping close enough that my arm brushes hers. “He’s not that good,” I mutter, glaring daggers at the guy until he sashays away to fuss with another rack.
She smirks, knowing damn well she’s got me twisted-up. “Jealous much?” she teases under her breath.
I lean down, voice a rough whisper at her ear. “Darlin’, you’ve got no idea.”
She disappears behind the curtain, a flash of lace in her hand, her giggle still echoing in my head. I stay rooted to the spot, arms crossed, jaw locked so tight, it hurts.
The camp bastard drifts past, humming to himself. “She’s a lucky girl, you know,” he says in that sing-song tone. “To have a man look at her like you do.”
I grunt, not trusting myself to answer without snarling.
From behind the curtain, fabric rustles, followed by the faint sound of her laugh. My chest tightens. I imagine her slipping out of that damn dress, sliding into lace so thin, it’s criminal. My blood heats just thinking about it. And the fact thathepicked it out makes me want to rip the curtain down and remind her who she belongs to.
The curtain shifts, and my pulse spikes.
Then she slides it back, revealing a sight so much better than I could have imagined.
The red lace clings to her curves like it was sewn onto her skin, delicate straps hugging her shoulders, every inch of her a sin wrapped in temptation. My breath punches out of me, sharp and raw.
She’s blushing, chewing her lip like she’s unsure, but she shouldn’t be. She’s perfect.Too perfect.My hands twitch at my sides, aching to pull her back into the cubicle and make damn sure she never doubts it again.
“Well?” she asks softly, glancing up at me through her lashes.
My throat works. Words fail me, and something primal escapes instead, a growl low in my chest.
Behind us, the sales guy claps his hands dramatically. “Sweet Jesus, you’re a vision. That man is going to have a heart attack if you keep standing there like that.”
I snap my head towards him, eyes narrowed. “Do us both a favour and shut the fuck up.”
He only grins, unbothered, and drifts away, humming again. Remi giggles, covering her mouth, and I snap my gaze back to her. That giggle. That damn smile. She doesn’t even realise what she does to me.
I step forward, crowding her back against the mirror outside the cubicle. My reflection glares back at me over her shoulder. “You wanted my opinion?” I rasp, my breath fanning over her lips. “You look like trouble. The kind I’d sell my soul for.”
Her smile falters, eyes wide, heat flickering in them despite the blush spreading across her cheeks. “Logan,” she whispers, a warning and plea tangled together.
My hand finds her waist, fingers pressing into her skin through the lace. “You keep parading around like this, Rem, and I swear I’ll start a war in this shop.”
Her breath hitches as I lean in, my lips hovering just above hers. I can feel the tremble in her chest, the way her body is caught between fight and surrender.
“Logan,” she warns again, but it’s faint, shaky.
“Say the word, darlin’, and I’ll stop,” I murmur, though my thumb strokes her hip like I’m daring her. “But don’t think for a second I don’t want you. In this. Out of this. However the fuck I can have you.”
Her eyes flutter closed for a second, her lips parting just enough. I lower my head, brushing my mouth against hers in the lightest, most dangerous tease of a kiss.
“Excuse me.” The sales guy’s voice cuts in sharp through the air, snapping the moment like a whip.
Remi jolts, shoving at my chest, her face scarlet. I straighten slowly, murder in my eyes as I glare at him. He’s leaning against a rack, smirking like he knows exactly what he’s interrupted.
“Sorry to ruin the romance,” he says with a wink, “but unless you two plan to rent the changing rooms by the hour, I need that lace back on the hanger.”
Remi’s giggle bursts out, high-pitched and nervous, and she darts back into the cubicle before I can catch her again. I rake a hand through my hair, pacing once, twice, heat still pumping through my veins. I curse under my breath, ignoring the guy’s smug grin.
“Good choice, no?” he asks.
I narrow my eyes further, but it still doesn’t faze him, so I sigh heavily before muttering, “I’ll take one in every colour.”
