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"I've passed this store a lot," he says, his hand on the small of my back as he leads me toward the Deja Vu Love Boutique... a freakingsex store. "But I've never had a reason to go in... until now..."
"Are you kidding me?" I say, looping my arm around his, laughing. But the laughter comes from shock, not amusement. Ever since the texting at dinner, my body has been buzzing, my core throbbing insistently.
“I thought you were a modern, romance-book-reading woman, eh?” He nudges me playfully.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
He wraps his arm around me, walking confidently through the doors into a whole different world. There’s lingerie on display, toys in the corner, BDSM stuff on the far side, a curtain leading elsewhere.
“Do you think that’s where the naughty movies are?” I whisper.
He kisses me just under the ear, prompting a cascade of electric warmth to shimmer over me. “Naughty movies,” he teases.
I pinch him in the side, laughing. “Excuse me for not being some hardened sex store visitor.”
“This is my first time, too,” he says.
I roll my eyes at him. “I still can’t work out if this is a line or if you really mean it.”
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” he says fiercely.
I avert my gaze from his intensity. When he says stuff like that, it makes me want to ponder about the future. But with his identity revealed, it feels impossible. He lives on the West Coast. I live in Tampa on the East Coast, and there are things keeping me there.
We haven’t spoken about it yet, but we won’t be able to avoid it forever.
He squeezes my side. My hip. Before he touched me, I would’ve cringed, thinking about somebody doing that. I wouldn’t say I have low self-esteem, but I’m not some confidence queen either. Except, he brings that out in me. He makes me believe I’m beautiful.
“What do you think about this one?” he says, his voice low, near my ear.
The store is full of tourists and shoppers, but everybody keeps to themselves.
I examine the toy. It’s a vibrator with an attachment. “It looks… complicated.”
He keeps his hand possessively on my hip, his mouth close, heating my body up with the warm shivers of his breath. “Itseems simple to me. I lay you down, strip you naked, kiss your perfect curves, and then bring our toy to your horny, soaked sex. I push the attachment against your needy nub while I tease your entrance with the bigger part, rubbing it up and down, making you wild before I finally push it inside and…”
I gasp and claw onto his solid torso, digging my fingernails into him.
“I take it you like the sound of that?” he says.
“Hmm…”
“How can you be so eloquent about tech, but not be able to speak now?”
I mock glare up at him. “You know why.”
His smirk is cocky and full of swagger, and it drives me nuts in the best way. “The question is, what will you be wearingbeforeI strip your clothes off? What outfit will make my mouth water as I struggle not to devour you? It’s a trick question, because every outfit will, but still…”
He leads me toward the lingerie. A slight note of anxiety flutters through me as I look at the selections. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.”
“But you’ve thought about it,” he says.
“How do you know that?”
“Reading those books, letting your imagination run wild, you must have thought about it. Should I be jealous of your bookish boyfriends?”
“They never had faces.”