For my apartment.” I avoided lifting my eyes. If I lifted my eyes and saw his sweet, pleading gaze, I was toast. I was always toast when it came to him.
“But, Jenny, I like it when you have breakfast in my apartment, with me. In my bed. I like Frosted Flakes. I really like how they taste when I eat them off you.”
Internally, I groaned, shutting my eyes. He shouldn’t be saying things like that in the grocery store. When he said things like that, I wanted to say fuck the groceries and leave.
His arm went around me, his lips nuzzling my ear. “Instead of fucking the groceries, why don’t we go home, and you can fuck me, Wren? I’m good with that.”
Shit, that wasn’t internal.
His chuckle was low and deep. “Neither was the toast remark.”
I sighed and leaned back into his caress. I should never have wine with dinner and try to accomplish something afterward. Ever. Especially not with Connor around.
“We can accomplish something, Jenny. We just need to get out of the store before I bend you over the cart and accomplish it here.” He flexed his hips into me, showing me exactly what he wanted to accomplish. “It’s probably not a good idea for me to get arrested for public lewdness. I don’t think my pretty face would survive jail.”
I straightened up and pushed him away. “You and your accomplishing things is what has me in the grocery store aisle at nine o’clock at night on a Wednesday, Connor. I have no food in the house.”
He grinned at me. “I keep telling you, you don’t need it—I have food. I’m happy to share. You can just stay at my place.”
I snorted. “You have about as much food as I do, Connor. We ordered out the last two nights. Now, give me the Shreddies.”
Pouting, he tossed the box into the cart. “They taste like ass. You need like six teaspoons of sugar on them just to make them palatable.”
“You bite my ass all the time and moan about how it tastes. Are you saying my ass tastes like Shreddies now? Do you need to sprinkle me with sugar, too?”
He stared at me, his eyes going dark as he licked his lips. That was not a good thing to say. I should never have said that. Connor did not need added incentive to be excited.
“You and your ass have no need for added sweetness. But I’m happy to try it—once.”
“Connor—”
He grinned, a dark, mischievous grin, before he chuckled. “Okay, Jenny. Let’s finish your list and go home. But the Frosted Flakes are staying.”
I pushed the cart while rolling my eyes. “You’re not eating them off me again,” I muttered.
“Oh yes, I am.”
“Not with milk.”
He let out a bark of laughter as we rounded the corner. “I admit it was messy.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “But tasty.” He kissed my forehead. “You make everything taste better.” His breath sighed against my skin. “You make everything better, Wren.”
Oh. My. God.
How did he do that? One second, he was all hot and sexy, dirty talk, and the next second, he made me feel as if I were the center of his universe.
His voice was low. “You are.”
I shivered. If he kept that up, he was seriously getting laid as soon as we got home. Forget the perishables.
“That’s the plan, Jenny.”
I was never drinking and shopping with Connor again.
Connor
I bit back my smile at her indignation. She tried so hard to be stern and failed miserably. Nestled under my arm, she fit well next to me. She was about average height at 5’5”, but given the fact that I was 6’4”, she barely reached my chest. Her creamy complexion and full lips were set off with wide, dark-brown eyes and golden-brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She wasn’t conventionally pretty, but to me, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Spunky, with a smart mouth, she was fucking adorable. I loved her. She was sweet, funny, intelligent, and so responsive. She was also a fast drunk. One glass of wine got her giggly, and two destroyed any verbal filter she had without her knowing it. By glass three, she was sleepy, and four was a total TKO. Tonight, at dinner, she’d had two glasses and out came my favorite Jenny—chatty with no filter. I loved hearing her inane and funny thoughts. I especially loved hearing her thoughts about me. About us. Her perceived inner dialogue