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His dick twitches in his pants as if to say they are his favorite, too.

I run a hand up my thigh and he stares like he’s hypnotized. When I get to my hip, I trail my other hand down the opposite leg.

His Adam’s apple bobs.

“Thank you for the clothes. You didn’t have to buy me anything, though. I have clothes.” I motion to my duffle bag of clothes sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Alex’s eyes darken as his gaze travels over my entire body. “I wanted to. Maybe I just wanted to do something nice for you, since your apartment fire is my fault. Maybe I just wanted to buy you clothes, so I can watch you try them on.”

I’m sure he has enough money to buy me a thousand pairs of these comfortable leggings, but that’s not the point. He walks backward to the bed and places the bags on the floor next to the other ones.

“You want to watch me try on clothes?” I ask in disbelief.

Who would want to watch someone try on clothes? It’s not fun or sexy, especially if something is too tight and gets stuck around my stomach.

That is not my definition of a turn on.

Alex is back over to me in a blink of an eye. He plants his hands on the back of the chaise, on either side of my head, and leans in until our lips are almost touching.

“Of course, I want to watch you try on clothes. I want to help you peel each piece off as I kiss every inch of your exposed body. I want you to see how sexy I find you and how hard you make me.”

I try to swallow, but I can’t. My mouth is drierthan a desert, and it feels like a lump has formed in my throat.

“If I didn’t have to do something right now, I’d tear those leggings off of you and eat your pussy until you come on my face.” Alex’s voice is husky, but his words cause moisture to gather on my panties.

Holy fuck, this man is going to be the death of me.

He presses a soft kiss to my lips before turning around to leave, but stops to give me one last glance.

I stare at him for a few extra moments, loving the way his eyes are dark and laser focused on me, and the bulge in his pants is showcasing his arousal for me.

When he turns toward the door, I blurt out, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

My stomach growls like a hungry lion at the mention of food.

He spins around and grins. “Sure. I’ll cook dinner and let you go through the bags of clothes.”

He walks away, getting to the hallway before my voice stops him once again.

“Actually, I meant to go out for dinner sometime this weekend.”

His eyebrow raises as his grin widens. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

My gaze immediately goes to the carpet and I whisper, “No. Yes. I don’t know.”

He stalks over to me, like a predator attacking itsprey, and cups my chin. “Elise MacArthur, I’d love to take you out on a date.”

His lips crash into mine, and I moan into his mouth. His amber and woodsy scent assaults my senses, leaving me wanting more.

He pulls away when breathing becomes a necessity. “Do you want to help me fix dinner tonight?”

My lungs burn as I suck in air through my mouth. I nod my head, unable to speak.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes. I need to swing by Dad’s office first.”

After he closes my bedroom door, I change out of my cozy sweater and throw on a tank top before making my way down the hallway to the kitchen.

Alex is nowhere to be found, so I use this opportunity to look through the cabinets to get better acquainted where everything is located.

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