Page 46 of Wildest Dreams

My eyes flash to Fallon.

“She’s doingwhat?”

Fallon blinks at me in surprise. “She needs some clothes to sleep in?”

Seeing red, I shove a hand through my hair and inhale so deep that my chest doubles up.

Aisling already has clothes to sleep in. My clothes. First, she lets Tristan cosy up to her, close enough topeck her on the cheek. Then, she’s buying herself pyjamas, when there’s a solid khaki shirt over there in that lake house for her to snuggle down in. A really good fucking shirt that’s been worn in just right.

I roll my shoulders back, and heave myself up off the log.

“I’m going to town,” I decide, quickly glancing down at myself – boots, jeans, and a plain grey shirt, hopefully looking presentable enough for Aisling. I tug the cotton away from where it’s clinging to my pecs, nodding to Hunter and Fallon as I leave.

The roads are pretty empty even by the time that I reach Main Street, so I go idle on the accelerator, roll down the window, and just bake through the windshield while taking my time checking the shop windows. Just as I’m nearing the end of the block a large 4x4 catches my eye, and I’m instantly pulling back around – doing a U turn and a slack-jawed double take.

I park right up next to Connell’s car and stare at the shop that Aisling’s parked outside of. I can see her through the window, swishing her hair and browsing lazily. I rub my palms down my jeans, heart pounding wildly as I watch her.

It’s a fucking lingerie shop. And she’s in there, right now, brushing her fingers over a table of lace like she has intentions of actually buying that shit.

Who the fuck is she buying lingerie for?

Tristan? One of her brother’s football teammates?

I throw myself out of the driver’s side and slam the door behind me.

Not on my watch.

I trudge straight ahead to the little white boutique, all but ripping the door off its hinges as I yank the thing open.

Aisling, now casually sashaying around a table a little further back, looks up in surprise, does a double-take, and then flutters her lashes at me innocently as I storm right for her.

“Am I in trouble, Officer?” she breathes, before rolling her eyes and giving me a sexy glare.

“We’re leaving,” I tell her, not stopping until we’re toe to toe.

She swishes deeper into the store, making me curse as I follow after her. “Uh,you’releaving, I’m not. How did you even find me, stalker?”

“Your car’s parked outside. Anyone with eyes could find you.” I clear my throat hard and fold my arms over my chest, standing barely a millimetre away from her as she stops at another table. Her fingers glide tauntingly over wisps of baby pink lace. “Heard you were looking for some pyjamas.”

I glance down at the basket in her hands, chest swelling to five times its size when I take in what she’s got in there. Nothing but straight up hook-up panties.

I shift my belt buckle to the side and roll back one of my shoulders. “Doesn’t look like there’s any pyjamas in there.”

Aisling gasps as she sees what I’m looking at, and quickly hides her basket behind her little ass. Little does she know, those panties are seared into my brain for life.

“Those are for my eyes only,” she says with a dignified frown. Then she lifts her chin and says, “But… technically that is correct. I am looking for pyjamas.”

I lower my voice so that the sales assistant can’t hear us. “You’ve already got pyjamas,” I remind her, snatching a lacy tank out of her hands when she lifts it off the table, eyes on mine as she holds it tauntingly over her basket.

I slap the top back down onto the counter, watching as she drops another pair of panties into her basket.

Black ones. Fuck.

“You want another shirt or something?” I ask her, voice deep and rough. I’m so turned on that my pecs are twitching. “I’ll give you another shirt.”I’ll give you anything that you want.“Let’s just get out of here.”

“Why?” she asks, suddenly frowning. “So you can come back later and buy something special for your girlfriend?”

I smirk down at her. “Is that what you like to call yourself?”

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