Page 48 of Wildest Dreams

I lift an eyebrow in surprise, tugging her instinctively closer. “What’s that now?”

Her voice is all sweet and husky when she looks up at me and says, “Thank you.”

I’m almost too shocked to speak. “What for?” I rasp.

She frees her wrists from my palms, hypnotising me as she re-ties her ponytail. “The railing,” she replies, twisting her hair through the band, tighter and tighter. “Thank you for the railing.”

Satisfaction at her approval warms my chest.

I clear my throat, shove a hand through my hair, and give her a quick nod.

That’s not the only railing that I wanna give you, baby.

We watch each other in silence for a couple of beats and then, without another word, Aisling resumes her perusal of the tables,this time effortlessly relaxed as I follow right behind her, barely a millimetre standing between us.

It feels as though we’ve reached a mutual understanding. I’m not seeing anyone else. I want to spend my time proving to Aisling how much I like her. And Aisling will do whatever she wants, while tolerating me trying to win her over.

I place one fist beside her hip as she pauses at another panty table, chest brushing against her shoulders with every breath that I take.

Her little basket catches my eye and I reluctantly glance down at it.

“What’re you getting anyway?” I mumble, frowning down at the three strips of lace that I can see in there.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” she says, casual as hell.

I huff out a laugh.Oh I’ll worry alright. “This for your bucket list, huh?”

Ignoring me, she holds a new pair up right in front of her face, pretty ribbons all tangled around her fingers. She makes a questioninghmmmsound, then frowns and shoves them back in the pile.

I blink down at the panties, so fucking confused as she picks up another pair that’s practically identical.

I grab the ones that she just put back and toss them quickly into her basket.

She looks down at the basket, amusement glinting in her eyes. “What’re you doing?” she asks.

A deep sound rumbles up my throat. “Those were a yes,” I say quietly.

She cocks a hip and lifts her eyebrow. “What?”

I tug at the neckline of my shirt and rasp, “You, uh… you liked ’em enough to look at them extra close. And they were… nice. So they’re a yes.”

“A yes?” she asks, moving slightly closer. Close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating out from beneath her tank top. I glance down at her chest, swallow hard, and meet her eyes again.

“Like, a yes pile versus a no pile.” If Aisling was my chick, all of this stuff would be on the yes pile. “A yes pile is, like, all of the things that you should get.”

She hums in understanding and tilts her head, smiling prettily.

“So those were a yes?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. They’re crotchless.”

I hunch forwards, suddenly choking.

“But fine,” she continues, brushing right past me. “They’re on the yes pile.”

“Oh no you don’t,” I growl, hooking a forearm around her middle, making her squeal as I haul her back to me.

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