Page 43 of Just One Chance

She laughed and headed toward the back of the store. I didn't mind seeing her in lingerie, but what if there were other women back there, showing off their finds?

What if my brothers found out I was here? I'd never hear the end of it.

"You want to try those on?" the saleswoman asked.

"Yes," Kennedy said with a smile.

The woman opened the door for her and hung the items on a hook. When she came out of the small room, she said," You can wait here. No one else is trying anything on right now."

Then she disappeared, and I fell heavily into the upholstered chair. "You're not modeling those for me."

Kennedy winked. "That's what makes this fun."

Nothing about this was fun. I'd much prefer she go shopping on her own time and show up at my place wearing something like this under her clothes. I didn't need to be a participant in her fashion show. "What if someone sees us doing this?"

Kennedy rolled her eyes. "Just say I made you come along. That's the truth, isn't it?"

I nodded my head. "Yes."

She laughed at me. "Give me a minute." She closed the dressing-room door.

I took off my jacket. The entire store was overly hot, as if the owner wanted you to strip down and feel comfortable walking around in your underwear.

A few seconds later, Kennedy opened the door and stepped out in a black lace negligee that was entirely see-through. Her nipples were hard points, and her breasts were begging for me to touch them. She turned in front of me, and the skirt flipped up slightly so I could see the bare curve of her ass. But nothing was left to the imagination.

"You want to buy that and get out of here?" I asked, starting to stand up.

She laughed again. "I'm not done."

She disappeared into the changing room again, closing the door, and I tugged on my collar, starting to pace in front of the changing-room doors. I wasn't going to survive this. Was she torturing me on purpose? Was this something people in a relationship did?

I could see how it might be fun if we were in a committed relationship and everyone in town knew about it. But this felt a little dangerous and a whole lot risky. What if someone saw us and assumed we were sleeping together?

At the same time, my blood was pumping, and I couldn't wait to get her alone.

12

KENNEDY

Ididn't think I'd ever felt this desirable before. I went into the shop on a whim, wanting to see if I could ruffle Boone's carefully controlled demeanor. And it was surprisingly easy to do. He seemed to get agitated when I touched the items, feeling them with my hands and asking him what he thought of me in them.

The decision to try a few items on was impulsive, but I was glad I did. At first he was seated in the upholstered chair looking uncomfortable. Now I could hear him pacing outside the room.

I opened the door in a blue satin negligee that wasn't see through but barely covered my breasts and butt. I made sure to do a little twirl in front of him. He paused, every muscle in his body seemingly pulled taut.

"What are you doing to me?"

I blinked up at him innocently. "I'm just trying a few things on."

He glanced over my head, presumably to see where the shop worker was. I could hear her on the phone with a customer, answering questions about what was in stock. The door to the fitting room was open behind me.

He glanced down at me and pulled me against his hard body. Then his mouth was on mine, and his hands roamed over my body with a feather light touch. He lingered over my breasts, brushing my nipples.

I moaned into his mouth, and his hand moved between my legs to cup my underwear. I was still wearing mine since I didn't want to try on the store's without buying it first. His finger played with the edges of my panties before sliding underneath.

I gasped at the invasion but was too amped up to think about what we were doing. I trusted him to keep us safe.

There didn't appear to be anyone else in the store.