“I said price doesn’t matter,” he corrected, a mischievous smile curling his too-perfect lips.
She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way his hand slid up and down her side, growing closer and closer to her breast with every upsweep. His touch affected her even more, considering she had no underwear on and the dress fabric was so thin. “Whatever. It’s a waste of money, what you’re about to spend.”
“Let me be the judge of that.” He dipped his head and kissed her right behind her ear, making her shiver. “I swore you were at least a C cup.”
Andrea tried to shove him away when he made a grab for her breast, embarrassment over her lack of size ruining the arousal that had started to simmer low in her belly. “Sorry to disappoint.”
“Hey.” He clamped his arm tight around her, forcing her chin up with his other hand so their gazes met. “Trust me, I’m not disappointed. Far from it.”
“Really?” She wanted to melt at the sweet way he was looking at her, his fingers gentle on her chin.
“Really.” He released her chin and drew his index finger down her cheek, traced her lower lip. “The idea of just seeing you in some of this stuff they sell in here is enough to give me a hard-on. I might bust out of my jeans if I see the real thing.”
She laughed, shook her head, but he continued to stare at her, his expression solemn, not even cracking a smile.
Wow, he was serious. Like…dead serious. As in, she could feel his erection through his jeans serious. Her laughter slowly died and a surge of power ran through her. That she could affect him this strongly blew her mind.
“Luke…” she started, but she had no idea what to say. How to react. What were they doing here exactly? A fun weekend in Vegas? Food, shopping, gambling and sex? She was fine with that, really she was. No way could she embark on any sort of serious relationship. Work took up almost all of her time and she liked it that way.
She wasn’t lonely. Far from it. She had her friends…who worked just as much as she did. And she couldn’t remember the last time she went out on a date, let alone had a boyfriend. Not that Luke Nelson was boyfriend material. He was out of her league. Famous. Rich. In demand. Body of a god. Outrageously gorgeous face. She didn’t stand a chance.
But here he was, looking at her like he wanted to devour her where she stood, with his erection pressing insistently against her belly in the middle of a store. His eyes blazed with hunger and he slipped his hand around her cheek, tilting her head back for his kiss. She parted her lips, her eyes slowly closed, and when she felt the first brush of his mouth on hers, she was lost.
Only for her to be brought right back to reality at the sound of incessant throat clearing coming from behind them.
“I have a dressing room started for you,” the store employee said when Andrea peeked over Luke’s shoulder. The woman smiled. “My name is Sabrina.”
“Andrea,” she said weakly, wanting to melt a little when Luke pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.
“Wonderful to meet you. Now, if you’ll come with me?” Sabrina said expectantly.
Luke released his hold on her, his hand skimming along her waist, dropping to her butt at the last minute so he could give it a squeeze. She leapt out of the way of his hand, sending him a look before she turned to Sabrina. “I’m all yours,” she said, noting Luke’s chuckle, no doubt at her choice of words, but chose to ignore him.
“Come with me,” Sabrina said, waving her hand. Andrea fell into step behind her, casting a quick look at Luke as she started to walk.
“I’ll be there in a minute, baby,” he called, making her blush. “Let me pick out a few things I want you to try on.”
Oh God. She both dreaded and couldn’t wait to see what he brought to the dressing room.
Luke leaned against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, anticipation riding him. Andrea had been in that dressing room for the last fifteen minutes, refusing to let him see her in anything she’d tried on, and he knew for a fact that she’d tried on plenty.
He kept seeing little scraps falling to the floor as she discarded one piece after another. Bras fluttering to the ground as she let them drop from her chest. Hell, he even caught her bending over and picking everything up off the floor. Imagine what she must look like, bent over and possibly naked?
Yeah. It was all fueling his imagination—and he didn’t need any fuel. The woman worked him up like no other. They were at a store, for God’s sake. He needed to rein it in, not keep imagining ways to jump her discreetly so no one would notice.
“Andrea,” he finally called, pushing away from the wall and stalking toward the dressing room she occupied. He rapped on the door, the sound loud in the otherwise hushed quiet of the store. “You gotta let me in.”
“Hold on.” Her voice was muffled and he wondered what the hell she was doing. Sabrina the shop employee had come by a few minutes ago, checking on Andrea and sending him a knowing smile. Damn it, he didn’t like that knowing smile, more because he hadn’t got to see shit since Andrea started trying on things and stupid Sabrina must’ve seen something.
Meaning he was jealous. Of Sabrina. Ridiculous.
“What are you doing in there?” he asked, knowing he probably sounded like an impatient asshole, but guess what? He was an impatient asshole. He tried the door handle, but it was locked.
Of course.
Shit.
“I said hold on!” She sounded as impatient as he did and he gripped the top of the dressing room door, bending his head down so he could stare at the floor. How long could it take? How much more would he have to wait? He just wanted to see her. Catch a glimpse of her in something thin and delicate, lace and silk, preferably in black. Or dark blue. There were quite a few pieces he saw in that color out on the sales floor, and he could imagine Andrea wearing something like that…