Page 119 of Just Wait

Seriously, though.

The man is packing a lot of dick, based on what I’ve felt when we cuddled and the view I get every time he tries on a new pair of jeans.

This store is evil, separating the women’s fitting rooms on one side of the store, while the men’s are on the complete opposite. I’d much rather see him try on clothes than try on my own, and based on the look on his face, he knows it.

“Damn, sweetheart.” He chuckles, pinning me against the wall just outside the men’s dressing rooms. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll never be able to pry myself out of these jeans.” His pointer and middle fingers press into my jaw, tilting my face up until my eyes meet his while his thumb brushes over my lower lip.

“They are very nice jeans,” I say, my voice coming out low and breathy.

His blond hair falls around my face as he shoves his knee between my thighs, bending enough that he can kiss me. He guides my face with his hold on my jaw, and his other forearm comes to rest over my head.

Every gasping breath that I suck down makes my head fuzzy. His hazelnut scent is everywhere. His front is warm against mine as he pushes me into the wall, devouring me until I forget where we are.

My tits get tight, and my nipples ache.

The urge to climb him is strong.

A low, dangerous growl rattles out of his chest as he rakes his teeth over my lower lip, pulling back to breathe. My knees shake to the point it’s a good thing the wall is here to keep me upright.

I follow his mouth like a total weirdo, but damn, he’s got soft lips.

I want more kisses like that.

My eyes flutter open as my chest heaves.

Kincaid’s pupils are huge, and he looks as aroused as I am. His septum piercing tickles my skin as he brushes his nose against mine.

The air between us feels almost electrically charged. If it wouldn’t make me look desperate, I’d slide into the fitting room and beg him to fuck me.

“It’s about to get cold, and I saw you eyeing the jackets by the door when we came in.” He pecks a final kiss on my lips and pulls back. “Pick out one or two while I do battle with my dick to get these jeans down.”

I chuckle, dipping under his arm. Kincaid slaps my ass, and my core clenches around nothing as I bolt down the hallway.

There’s something so intense about him.

I’m growing addicted to the way he makes me feel.

Kincaid went way overboard on our shopping trip yesterday. It’s strange to be back on the bus, but I also kinda love it. That’s probably because I’m spoiled with the big bedroom.

Wren stands on the other side of the bed, pulling up her pantyhose. They’re black with white Xs, and they fit the tight black and white corset dress perfectly.

It’s a little crazy how she can transform from girl next door into the sexy alternative vibe that she’s currently rocking. Her long hair cascades over her shoulders in beachy waves, with the top pinned back in a way that accentuates her face shape. She has on dark mascara and a killer cat-eye liner.

She clips herself into her heels and says, “I’m going to run and grab my purse. Thanks for letting me get dressed in here. The bathroom is kinda claustrophobic.”

“You’re welcome to hang out in here anytime.” I smile as she heads out.

I’ve already told her she could use the wall storage on the right of the door because I don’t have nearly enough stuff to fill the cabinets on the left side.

My fingertips brush down the sides of the cream-colored dress Kincaid must have picked out at the first store. It’s not as edgy as what Wren’s wearing, but I feel pretty, and it’s crazy soft. Though the top of this dress falls lower than the navy blue one I tried on in the store, it’s a similar style, just with two bows on either strap rather than one in the back.

I pair it with dark gray heels and a chunky charcoal cable-knit cardigan. I might not fit in, but I’ll be comfortable, and that’s what matters.

I head to the door, looping my finger in the handle to pull it open, but freeze at the sound of Tennyson’s voice.

“I swear to fuck, Wren,” he growls, sounding nothing like he has the times we’ve talked. “Hand me your purse.”

“No,” she says simply.