Billionaire Bear Shifters A Paranormal Romance Complete Series Boxset - Brittany White Page 0,175

and then spend hours doing their hair in the mirror to impress people.

“Does it impress you?” His face was serious, intense.

She took a step back, feeling out of her depth. She could do harmless flirting and arguing, they were as easy to her as breathing, but Connor wasn’t joking any more. She took another step back. “I-”

He must have noticed how she stepped back because he backed off, picking up one of the bright red blazers from the nearest rack and holding it out to her.

“You know, I never came for that fitting,” he said lightly. It was a peace offering of sorts and Brooke pounced on it, relaxing slightly. “Bold prints and colors right?”

She cocked an eyebrow at the crimson fabric and reached forward to snag the suit from his hands.

“Yeah, for accessories,” she teased. Connor grinned and she smiled back.

“Please help me, oh wise color master!”

“Yeah, yeah, go into the dressing room and I’ll pick some things out, okay?” He gave her a two finger salute and a wink that did not make her blush before disappearing behind the curtain.

Brooke got to work finding things for him to try on before the thought of Connor getting undressed could fully register in her mind.

It was easy to pick out a number of suits and shirts that she thought would flatter him. Bastard really does have a perfect body shape, she thought, remembering just how perfect he really was poised above her, skin glistening with sweat as he thrust into her.

“Fuck,” she groaned softly, thankful that the shop was still empty. When her arms were laden with clothes she made her way back to the dressing rooms, knocking softly on the wall beside the curtain.

“Come in.”

She pulled back the curtain and froze. It hadn’t occurred to her in her hurry that in order to hand him the clothes, she’d have to see Connor practically naked. The fluorescent lights shone off his abs and Brooke’s mouth watered at the sight. She swallowed. It was the exact fantasy she’d always thought about, having sex in the dressing rooms in Cole’s. Brooke pressed her thighs together, hoping the pressure would quell the ache that throbbed through her. It didn’t.

“Hello there,” he murmured. “Can I help you?”

She jerked up short. Her gaze jumping from his chest up to meet his eyes, which were now glinting with barely concealed desire.

“Here’s your uh- your clothes.” Stuttering, great. She cleared her throat, thrusting out her arms.

Connor’s smile turned playful. “Thank you, can you hang them up for me?”

Brooke knew what was coming and she knew it was stupid - last night had been a one time thing and that’s how it should stay. But Connor had also bandaged her wounds, he’d looked after her, and a part of Brooke craved that.

So she stepped behind the curtain and let Connor lean across her to close it behind her. She hung up the clothes, careful not to let them wrinkle, and then she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him in for a kiss.

He went to her easily, tasting like coffee, and she clung to him, biting gently on his bottom lip to hear him groan into her mouth. Last time she’d been angry - desperate to attack something - their kisses had been bruising and breathtaking but now Brooke took her time, registering every caress of Connor’s tongue against her own.

They broke apart and Connor pushed her gently back against the wall. He slid down to settle between her legs. She couldn’t help the loud groan that left her as he slid one of her legs over his shoulder, the clever fingers of his other hand finding the hem of her dress. Brooke could feel her heart beating rapidly and when Connor gestured, she took the hem of her dress between shaking fingers.

“I believe last time I promised I would make you cum on my tongue,” he rasped, hot breath brushing against the thin fabric of her panties. “You still want that, baby?”

“Please - oh God I, ahh! Please, Connor.” Brooke leaned more of her weight against the dressing room wall, not trusting her weak knees to support her. Her skirt was balled in her fists as she stood there, Connor slowly lowering his mouth to suck at her clit through the purple lace of her panties.

Brooke threw her head back, knocking against the wall with a thud, as he dragged his tongue upwards and she mewled.

“So sweet. Brooke, you’re so gorgeous. Wanna make