at Evan.
And Evan was gone again.
“The faster you get this over with, the faster you can be rid of me for the day.” Kenzie nudged him into the dressing room.
A shock of want raced through him when her hand brushed his arm, and he tried to ignore it. On second thought, what were the odds he could make the afternoon serve two purposes?
“They look great. There, we’re done.” His refusal to cooperate lacked conviction.
Her lips drew into a thin line. “It won’t kill you to try them on.”
Inspiration was pulsing through him. He grabbed her wrists loosely, inhaling sharply at the heat of her skin against his palms, and tugged her into the dressing room. He kicked the door shut. “I think I need help.”
He kept his grip casual enough to let her pull away, and desire throbbed under his skin when she smiled instead of trying to leave.
She grabbed the bottom of his shirt, palms brushing his bare waist, her voice low. “The whole concept of buttons has you confused?”
He hissed at the teasing contact, and dipped his head next to hers, lips hovering near her ear while he whispered, “You’re sweet to play along, but you know what I think we should do instead?”
She shook her head. “You mean you don’t really need help trying on clothes?”
“Probably not. Instead, I think we should pretend we’re those two people from the coffee shop last weekend. The two who are practicing not being frigid.”
She licked her lips, but didn’t close the distance between them. “That sounds distinctly counterproductive and unprofessional.”
“So why are you still here?” He took a step back. “I can probably figure out the buttons myself.”
“Probably?” She closed the distance between them.
“Maybe.” His pulse was screaming in anticipation. He trailed his fingers down her spine, coming to a rest in the small of her back and holding her close. “Maybe not.”
Her “I think I should supervise” was breathy.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged, her gasp spurring him on. His mouth slid down her throat, her pulse racing and throbbing against his lips.
Someone knocked on the dressing room door. “I have those ties,” Evan said.
“Great.” Scott’s reply came out gruffer than he expected. “Leave them out there, and we’ll let you know if we need anything else.”
*
Kenzie was more irritated than she expected with the interruption. The hungry growl in Scott’s reply sent desire screaming through her. She shouldn’t be doing this, it was so very wrong. But his strong hands and the way he’d controlled the situation from the moment they’d walked into the store had every inch of her begging for more.
“Now that he’s gone…” He turned his full attention back to her, tugging her hair and kissing her hungrily. She bit back a whimper and ground against him. His arousal dug into her hip, making the warmth between her legs spread.
His hands slid down her sides, past the edge of her skirt, and he pushed the hem up, fabric biting into her skin and burning with friction as it rose over her hips. He let out a short laugh and grazed her neck with his teeth. “Knowing that you’re wearing these thigh-highs makes it so hard to behave myself.”
She leaned her head back, gasping as he sucked on the skin between her neck and shoulder. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Not even close.” He lifted her leg and hooked it around his hip, stepping back close enough to the bench to let her rest her foot on it. His hand glided up the back of her thigh, his skin rough against hers. His fingers brushed the edge of her butt and slid forward.
“You know.” His whisper caressed the outside of her ear, his voice low and full of want. “I still fantasize about your moans that morning on the beach. What are the odds I can make you that loud again?”
The power and aggression in his question heightened her arousal. “Not likely. Not here.” Her voice was barely audible even to her own ears. The thrill of being someplace public raced through her, but she wasn’t interested even for a moment in getting caught.
His chuckle rumbled through the base of her throat as he slid his lips up her collarbone. “That sounds like a challenge.”
His hand crept around her thigh, brushing the outside of the already damp white cotton that was the only thing keeping him from Kenzie’s ache. She knew what he could do with those fingers.
He dropped back onto