You did exactly what I wanted, sugar. You drove her right out of the shop. She couldn’t take the competition.
He’d better learn to be comfortable around the competition, comfortable and confident.
She came out in outfit after outfit, and he realized it didn’t much matter what she put on, he liked it all. Slim vintage jeans or a dress for dancing, every bit of clothing she tried on clung lovingly to her curves. He made certain she walked up to his chair and turned around for him, just because he enjoyed watching her walk, the smile on her face telling him this new experience mattered to her. He decided he wanted to get her some killer heels, not necessarily to wear for anyone else, but he wouldn’t mind in the bedroom, which necessitated a trip to another store.
Wyatt had a lot of time to contemplate what it was about his woman that made him feel so great when he was with her. He realized her entire focus was on him. Unless Ginger was close, she was there, in his mind, or watching him, even if she appeared otherwise occupied. She focused completely on him.
With his legs stretched out in front of him, his cock stirred, thinking about how she was concentrated on his pleasure when she took him into her mouth. When his body moved in hers. It was all about him. He was the one who made the experience about her for himself. Otherwise, she would have given him anything he wanted – or needed.
They left Mrs. Marsh extremely happy and Pepper even happier. She had quite a bit of new, lacy, Wyatt-approved underwear. He wasn’t certain how he was going to get all the way home thinking about all that lace and what it covered, although he wasn’t delighted she had already put a pair of lacy panties on. Still, it was probably a good idea since the shoe store was their next stop.
They walked in and his happiness went down another notch. He knew the clerk. He’d been the most popular boy in the school, a handsome, charming man who loved the ladies – and the ladies loved him.
Pepper tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow, moving closer, looking up at his face, her dark purple eyes drifting over his harsh features.
I’m okay with not coming here, Wyatt. What’s wrong?
There it was. Complete focus on him. She saw every mood swing when everyone else thought his face was stone. Her hand slid down his arm, her fingers threading through his and she leaned into him, her face upturned to his. He couldn’t help himself, he bent his head and took her mouth. Right there. In public. His arm swept around her back to drag her close, so close her body melted into his.
There was fire in her mouth. An addicting taste that drove a man right out of his mind. He didn’t care. The earth moved when she kissed him. There was gold in her mouth, paradise, and he couldn’t get enough. Yeah, and it gave him a hell of a hard-on as well, but that was becoming fairly standard.
Are you all right? she asked again when she lifted her head, her beautiful eyes searching his face. She lifted a hand to his mouth. Tell me what’s wrong?
He didn’t want her to know because this was the perfect opportunity to see how things went when she was in the company of a man who thought every woman wanted him and he had a right to her.
I’m okay, babe. I know that man.
She barely glanced at the clerk, but Wyatt was beginning to realize she saw everything. You know everyone.
He’d grown up there and certainly just about everyone he met on the street had greeted him warmly.
Alain Daughtry glanced up and his entire being stilled. Wyatt watched his face change the moment he spotted Pepper. His eyes moved over her openly as if inspecting her. Wyatt stiffened, slid his hand down once again to hers and tugged until they were all the way inside the shop and walking toward Alain.
He couldn’t help himself, he made certain to give Alain a warning that Pepper was already taken – by him. He curved his arm around her waist after sliding his hand across her hip and bottom, a purely male proprietary gesture.
Alain’s gaze jumped to him for a moment and then was back, feasting on Pepper. Wyatt smiled at the man. “Hey, Alain. How’s it goin’? I didn’ know you were in the shoe business.”
Alain barely glanced at him. “Best way to meet ladies, Wyatt, they all love shoes.”
Pepper frowned and looked to Wyatt. We do? Am I supposed to love shoes? They’re heavy on my feet.
You don’ wear shoes, sugar, the girls won’ either. We can’ have them runnin’ barefoot in the bayou.
He brought her knuckles to his mouth even as he looked at Alain. “We’re lookin’ for some boots and maybe some kick-ass heels. Or boots with kick-ass heels.” He flashed Pepper a cocky grin, the kind that said she’d be wearing those boots in the bedroom.
Pepper laughed softly, and Alain’s head nearly jerked right off his shoulders. The sound filled the small store, melodious and sexy, a low invitation to a night of sin. Wyatt gripped her hand tighter and worked his way over to the women’s shoes where several pairs of boots and heels were displayed.
He picked up a pair of wine red boots with ropes circling the bottom, a zipper up the back. They looked chic, without the high stiletto heel. Comfortable even. “You could wear this pair with that little summer dress you love and a couple of the other outfits. What do you think?”
Her eyes were on him, not the boots. “I think I’ll try them on for you, but you’re really looking at those heels.”
He’d decided against the heels when she’d revealed her disdain of shoes. They’d be uncomfortable for her. Just because I was thinkin’ of fuckin’ you in those heels and nothin’ else doesn’t mean we need ’em.
Her eyes went darker, drenched. The starbursts spread through the midnight color. We definitely need the heels then, Wyatt.
Her tone was low and sexy, vibrating through his body and spreading like warm molasses through him. The sound, as well as her answer, only served to make his erection grow.
Babe, you’re killin’ me. He made it a groan. He loved that they had telepathic communication. It was intimate and kept them locked together. It didn’t matter to him how many men leered at her or lusted after her, as long as she looked only at him.