“You’ve been trying to knock me off my game for the last fifteen minutes. I’m just repaying the favor.” He’s standing inches away, eyes on mine, and I can’t believe he’s talking like thishere.In the open. And judging from his smile, he knows he’s shocked me, too. “And I’ve thought about it. We keep a point system, darling, and I’m not one who likes losing.”
“Just to warn you, I don’t come easily. So you might have to lose.”
His teeth flash. “You’re uncomfortable. The great Paige Wilde, master of the unexpected.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
I take a step closer and feel far too hot. “What would you do? If I let you repay… the favor?”
There’s no way he’s going to go there. He has always been a stickler for proper behavior when we’re in public.
“You think I won’t tell you,” he says.
“I know you won’t.”
He fits his hand to my waist and his lips to my ear. “I’d start by only using my hands, because fair is fair. That’s whatyou did to me. I’d do it in the dressing room over there. Lock the door behind us and lift that skirt up.”
“In a store?” My chuckle comes out a little thin. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“You’ve seen me,” he says in a dark voice. And I have. Seen the man he is in the shadows, at night. When he’s not the man he pretends to be. “You really think I won’t?”
“This is your store.”
“I asked them to give us privacy when we’re trying on.”
“What about other shoppers?”
“There are no other shoppers. I asked for that, too.”
“It’s very hard for me to come,” I say. My voice is feverish and just a little bit teasing. Me. Teasing him. “I take forever to orgasm.”
His lips curve into a smile. “Are you sure you’re not lying to me? You came fast enough in the shower.”
“No,” I say, even though it’s a lie. “I never come with men. This will be very hard for you. And I’ll only give you… ten minutes.”
His smile widens. “I’ll do it in seven. Time me if you want.”
“You’re serious.”
He brushes his lips over mine once. It’s the gentlest of kisses, like something he gives me when we have a crowd. But I don’t know if either of the attendants are looking at us. I’ve forgotten to check and forgotten to perform.
The hand under my chin is steady. “Want us to make a bet?” he asks.
“What do you want if you succeed?”
“You answer a question I have. About anything.”
I think of his scar. Of his nightmares. And I nod against his lips. “Same if you can’t make me come.”
His hand slides down and locks with mine. It’s a steady anchor amidst the sea of want and excitement inside me. Hepulls me through the store, to the dressing room in the corner, where the dresses he’s picked out for me are waiting.
Seems they’ll have to wait a little bit longer.
CHAPTER 49
RAFE
