Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

nbsp; I coughed, trailing after her. I gulped as I found myself gaping at her tight ass looking so touchable in her yoga pants. She’d tried to change before we left her house for tacos and… dress shopping–that was painful to get out–but I didn’t let her. Instead, I grabbed her small hand, pulled her through the door, and led her to my car. I was pretty certain she was an overthinker, and I wasn’t all about that overthinking life.

“Hello, can I help you with anything?”

Fallon smiled at the older clerk holding about ten dresses over her arm. I almost laughed because the lady looked as if she were a breath away from being swallowed by several different colors of silky fabric. I didn’t realize there were that many shades of green.

“Yes, I’m here to look for an evening gown.”

I interjected, sauntering up beside Fallon. “A red one.”

I knew I was wearing a devil-like smirk on my face, and the clerk’s eyes formed round circles. “Red? Hmm. You like her in red? I bet she looks grea—”

“She looks sexy as hell in red.”

Fallon choked on air.

The lady just laughed, brushing us off. “Oh jeez! I’m gonna have to watch the dressing room with you two in here. I can just sense that you’re the type of guy to… well, you know.”

I held back my laugh. “Take advantage of my gal in a dressing room?”

I peered over at Fallon, and her mouth was opened wide. I gave her a sly grin. She reached up and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to make her smile disappear.

“Oh, my! You are naughty!” The clerk looked over at Fallon with astonishment. “I can see what you see in him.”

Fallon went to correct her, but I swooped in to play along because I just couldn’t help the satisfaction I felt seeing Fallon all flustered and—if I did say so myself—enjoying herself. “You think I’m bad? She’s the one who can’t keep her hands off me!”

The clerk threw her head back, her red curls bouncing. “Oh, my goodness! You two are making me work up a sweat!”

I wrapped my arm around Fallon’s slim waist, nuzzling up to her, playing along with this hilarious scheme. I wonder if she can feel all the sexual tension there is between us?

That was probably what made her tense in the first place.

“Play along,” I whispered into her ear. “Have some fun.”

Fallon tilted her head up to me, her eyes wide and heated, a small smile playing peekaboo on her mouth. “He makes me sweat, too.”

That had my laughter stopping.

I could definitely make her sweat.

“Whew!” the woman cackled. “You two are… wow. Okay, let me know if you need anything, and…” she looked around sneakily and whispered, “just try to keep it down.” Then she winked at us.

I could feel the warmth pouring off Fallon’s body. I was melting right there beside her.

As soon as the clerk was out of earshot, Fallon whipped her body around and playfully slapped me on the chest. “What the heck, Emmett!”

I laughed, moving out of the way from her smacks. “What? I thought this was all about you having some fun. No?”

She looked exasperated. “Now she thinks we’re gonna bang it out in the dressing room!”

I flicked my eyes up to hers. “Want to?”

Fallon opened her mouth and then abruptly closed it again. She did that a few more times before she stormed away. I laughed and she whipped back around, standing beside a clothes rack full of dresses. “We’re just friends!”

Yeah fucking right.

I shrugged. “It’s on your list! I figure since we already ate some tacos, you can cross that off and then… I mean, hey.” I winked. “I’m down if you are.”

Fallon rolled her aqua eyes. “No! We are not crossing that off my list today! I might not even do that part of the list.”