The One and Only (Heart of Hope 7)

“I’ll guide you,” Laura laughed, taking my hand and leading me through the shop to the dressing rooms.

Oh my God, she seriously wanted me to try these on? Well, no way in hell was I saying no. I wasn’t going to be the first person to back down in this game of chicken.

I went into the dressing room and tried on the suit with the crazy ruffles first, bursting out of the dressing room doing the dance from Saturday Night Fever. Laura burst out laughing, hands covering her mouth as she tried to stay quiet.

I winked at her and said, “So, that’s a yes to this suit, then?”

“No, absolutely not.” Laura shook her head. “You’re trying on all of these, buster.”

We went through several of them, and then I tried on the orange one. It actually was tailored rather well, but had an insanely loud color that made it unacceptable to wear in public. I walked out trying, and failing, to moonwalk, as Laura clutched at the wall to try and keep herself from falling over as she laughed.

“Okay, one more,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye, and trying hard not to laugh. “We really do need to find you a suit.”

I slipped back into the dressing room and grabbed one more suit—but it was absolutely ridiculous, full of unnecessary bells and whistles—or in this case buttons, and I couldn’t get the cummerbund to fasten.

“Hey, could you help me with this?” I asked, opening the door and pointing at the cummerbund.

I was so caught up in the heat of the moment, the joke of it all, that it didn’t occur to me that I wasn’t trying this suit on for real. I was just doing this for fun, so it didn’t matter if the cummerbund was fastened properly or not.

Laura walked over and helped me adjust it and I could see myself in the mirror as she did it. Her arms were around my waist and I could practically inhale her, her smell strong and intoxicating. My mouth watered. I wanted her so badly….

Our eyes met in the mirror. I could see her blushing.

She started to pull away, but I turned around quickly, grabbing her by the waist. Laura stared up at me, her lips parted, her eyes dark. God, she was so fucking beautiful. So sexy and funny. I wanted her more than I wanted to take another breath. I’d wanted her for ten years.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her, all common sense fleeing from my mind.

Laura gasped in surprise against my lips, and then pushed into me, kissing me back. My heart soared with joy and fulfillment. I practically crushed her, tightly grabbing her body with both hands, all gentleness forgotten in the throes of my passion for her. Laura’s arms wound around my neck and she kissed me back feverishly, like she’d die if she had to stop.

I knew the feeling. My cock throbbed at the feeling of her soft, generous body pressed against mine. I wanted to fuck her so badly that it felt like I was going to pass out. I was sure she could feel how hard I was, as I pulled her hips in against my groin.

Laura gasped, arching backwards, and my tongue slid into her mouth. She gave a small, muffled moan and my body pulsed with a greed for her body. I pushed her against the fitting room wall and slid my hands all over her, squeezing her hips, her thighs, spreading her legs apart, so that she could definitely feel my hard cock against her pussy.

I yanked my mouth away from hers and moved down to her beautiful neck, kissing passionately as I pushed that teasingly tight pencil skirt up her legs. I rubbed myself on her, feeling the fabric get wet—from her or me or both of us—ready to unzip my pants and fuck her right here, right now, against this wall…. She was going to feel so sweet—

“C-Cade,” Laura gasped out. “I—I’m—oh….” She squirmed against me, her face betraying the pleasure coursing through her body, and I reached between her legs…

Laura gasped, but this one sounded entirely different from the last one, and before I could touch her, she shoved my hand away. Then she put both hands on my chest and shoved me away further.

Her face was bright red. “We can’t be doing this. Especially not in public!” She sounded completely mortified, and before I could say anything or stop her, she fled the dressing room.

Seconds later I heard the little bell over the front door ring out. Fuck, did she leave the store?

I hurried into my own clothes, wincing at the wet spot on the pants of the suit that I’d been wearing. I would just put it in the pile of suits and hope that it would dry out or become unnoticeable by the time the clerk got to it.

Dead puppies, dead puppies, Mom naked, Grandma’s birthday…. I frantically thought of all things that would be a buzzkill for a boner to get my erection down, but it was still at half-mast by the time I got dressed. I couldn’t blame my cock. I’d literally been about to fuck her when Laura had interrupted me, so this sort of arousal didn’t go away instantly.

I was just going to have to run out and hope that nobody would notice that I had a bump in my pants. I couldn’t let Laura run away and I didn’t want her thinking that I’d just leave her. She was worth chasing after.

Fortunately, Laura hadn’t gone far. She was sitting in her car out front, her face bright red. She looked like she might even cry.

Fuck.

I knocked on the window of the passenger seat. Laura jolted, then looked up. “Can I come in?” I asked.

She nodded, and I opened the door and got in, closing it after me so that we had some privacy. “I’m sor—”

Laura held up a hand and I fell silent. She took a deep breath and turned to face me. “I think it’s clear that our chemistry is still there, but I refuse to be the other woman. Out of respect for myself and out of respect for your future wife.”