Page 76 of Unhinged Love

The first thing out of my mouth when I see her in a skirt that comes down to the middle of her thighs and a T-shirt is, “What mirror are you using in there that makes you think you don’t look great in this?”

“Oh, stop,” she whispers, stepping in front of the three-way mirror outside the dressing rooms.

“I’m serious. Do they need to be cleaned or something?”

“You really think this is right? It’s not showing too much leg or whatever?” She tugs at the hem, frowning at her reflection.

“That’s kind of the point. But if you don’t like it, you’ve got a hundred other things to try on.”

“And you’re not bored to death?”

Maybe not to death. It’s not exactly the most fun I’ve ever had, but I’m not about to stop her. It was hard enough getting her out here in the first place. “Try on the next thing. Take your time.”

“Whatever you say.” But I’m not blind. She is grinning on her way into the dressing room. And by the time she tries on another outfit, and another after that, she’s flat-out smiling.

I want to ask her if she feels better wearing clothes that are actually meant to be worn at this time of year, but that would only make her shut down. Besides, I can tell she does. I don’t have to rub it in her face to know I’m right, that she’s feeling happier already.

And me? I almost have to sit on my hands to keep from grabbing at her. Maybe I screwed myself over, now that I think about it. It’s going to be harder to keep my hands off her when I can see more of her.

It’s fine to touch her when our parents aren’t around, but what about later, after they’re home? I’m going to have a lot of dates with my right hand in my future.

Instead of thinking too much about that—we still have time, I don’t need to worry about it now—I give my final verdict on the clothes she’s not sure of.

“I think you should get all of it, because you look good in all of it.”

Her cheeks flush before she giggles. “You’re going overboard.”

Maybe, but does she look upset? Not at all. She deserves to have somebody flatter her. She deserves to feel special.

The way she’s beaming after we almost have to stumble out of the mall with bags in both hands, I would say she feels pretty damn good. “That was an insane amount of money!” She laughs like she still can’t believe it. “Are you sure your dad is okay with this?”

“It’ll be fine. You’re family. He wants you to be happy.” Irene will be happy, too. That will make up his mind, I think.

As soon as we’re outside, she gasps. “Are there any eggs frying on the pavement?”

“Hurry,” I grunt, using the key fob to turn on the truck so the air will be running by the time we reach it. As soon as we do, we load the bags into the back, then pretty much leap inside.

“Thank fuck—” I barely have the words out of my mouth when she leans over, takes my face in her hands, and delivers a kiss that immediately makes me hard.

“What was that for?” I grunt when she lets me go.

“For making me do that when I wouldn’t have done it myself.” She’s wearing a playful grin when she sits back, pulling on her seatbelt. “Maybe I’ll give you a little fashion show when we get back.”

To think, I was going to ask if she wants to go to lunch. Fuck that. We’re going straight home now. We could always order food if we’re too worn out to make anything. And I plan on making sure we’re both too worn out. She can’t kiss me like that and not expect to have her brains fucked out.

“You’re in a hurry!” She giggles when I basically throw my door open as soon as we’re parked in front of the house.

“Are you kidding? It’s amazing I managed to stay at the speed limit the whole way back.” I wiggle my brows, then give her a growl that makes her laugh. “I’m looking forward to the fashion show you promised.”

“I should’ve known…” She doesn’t seem unhappy about it, though, as we get the bags together and head inside.

“You should try on that dress. The blue one,” I suggest. The dress that almost made me drool on myself when I saw her in it. Just thinking about it makes my dick twitch again. “You should try it on right here in the living room. Don’t even bother going upstairs.”

“Wow. I always thought guys liked lingerie and stuff.”

“We do, but it’s nice to mix things up every once in a while, too.” And she’s wasting time. I’m ready to start pulling her clothes off instead of letting her take care of it herself. While she’s getting changed, I go to the kitchen for water. If things go the way I’m thinking they will, we’re both going to need it. I plan on making her scream.

“I’m ready,” she calls out, making me slam the refrigerator door and almost run to the living room.

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