I glance up and go. Then she presses two fingers against my lips. They’re wet, and the scent of her pussy is exactly what I’ve been seeking. God help me, but I’m so weak for her.
I grab her hand and push them fully into my mouth, and the taste of her smothers me. Her scent doubles in strength in the cab, and my cock, which I was trying to talk down, abandons all negotiations and is full-blown hard again.
“You are going to break me,” I say against her fingers, then pull them out, still licking them.
“Probably,” she says and takes her hand back. “But I’m also providing help.” She grins so evilly that I know she’s making me suffer on purpose.
With eyes back on the road, we approach the shopping center, which has undercover parking, and I swerve inside. I end up parking in the back corner where there’s privacy and no one else, then I sit in the truck for a beat after I cut the engine. Mostly catching my breath.
“Ready?” she says.
“For you, fuck yes. For shopping, nope.”
She laughs and gets out regardless. I watch her through the windshield, that little skirt, that walk, and I’ve had exactly one sample of this woman, and I am choking on wanting more, which is the worst position to be in at a grocery store. Now I completely understand Ace’s obsession when he couldn’t find her after the plane. She’s an addictive aphrodisiac. One taste and you’re completely hooked.
I get out of the truck, straighten my jeans, and adjust my cock before tugging my shirt down to cover any evidence of my state.
She’s already moving, so I hurry to catch up to her. An hour later, I’m carrying bags of her shopping, from snacks to toiletries and clothes. She currently has all the power too, in this situation, and she’s enjoying it.
I stroll alongside her through the large open shopping mall, when she stops suddenly. I stiffen, instantly scanning the area for anyone suspicious.
“Wait.” She turns to me, then stares in the distance. “Is that Ace?”
I follow her gaze to a figure near the far entrance who, yes, disappears around a corner at precisely that moment. “Yep,” I say.
“Why’s he hiding from us?”
“He’s working.” I take another bag from her. “Watching the entrances, checking who’s coming in behind us, making sure nobody’s running surveillance on us. He flags me if there’s a problem.”
She stares at where Ace was. “You actually meant it,” she says, blinking in my direction now. “When you said you’d keep me safe.”
“Meant every word.”
She pinches her lips to the side, and I could swear her eyes are glistening, but she quickly looks away. “Thank you,” she whispers, but I catch it.
She turns and walks into a lingerie store. I’m not sure if it’s to hide her emotions or if she intended to go in there. So I follow her.
The store is softly lit, racks of silk and lace in pastel colors. The woman at the counter looks up, her gaze moving from Adelaide to me behind her with handfuls of bags, and just smiles, going back to whatever she was doing.
Adelaide pulls items from racks with the confidence of a woman who knows what she likes—bras, thongs, a silk slip in black.
I drift to the display she hasn’t reached yet and pull out a bodysuit. Leather straps and lace, a slit right over the most important part between her legs. Oh, yes, this is coming with us.
She’s at my side. “Are you into bondage?”
A smile tugs at my mouth as I hold it up between us. “I’m into how you’d look in this.”
She takes it from my hand and studies it, turning it over. I’m already picturing it on her.
The black lace against her skin. Those straps hugging her waist and across her bust. I see her standing in a doorway in nothing but this, her nipples barely concealed by the leather strap, her thighs bare, calling me to where she’s dripping wet.
Fuck.
“Your thoughts are very loud,” she says, not even glancing at me.
“I’m not hiding them.”
That gets the faintest color into her cheeks, though she covers it by placing the bodysuit back on the rack with deliberate care.
