Twist My Heart Brooke Taylor (classic books to read .TXT) 📖

extraction. That whole no-man-left-behind thing had to apply to shopping malls and relationships, right? Fast rope in, boys, I’m in Ladies Lingerie. And hurry, I’m losing blood flow to my testicles.

Instead of retreating, he found himself leaning more heavily on the racks, pushing closer toward her. Who was this girl and what had she done to his sanity?

Unintimidated by his crowding and downright aggressive appraisal of her, Thea selected a tiny red lace thong on a miniature hanger and held it up against her hips for sizing.

So much for his stiffy ever going soft. This girl fought dirtier than the Taliban.

As if his eyes weren’t already zoomed in enough to determine the thread count, she lifted it for his appraisal. He tried not to look like Little Red Riding Hood’s wolf. My, Nik, what big eyes you have…

“Do women wear these?”

Yes, please…with a whip cream bra on top.

She looked quizzically at him, clearly expecting an actual freaking answer to her trickster question. Being an expert on women’s undergarment practices would undoubtedly result in never getting to see her in her undergarments. Time to hedge again. “Of course women wear them. Why else would they sell them in the women’s section?”

He mentally patted himself on the back. Perfect answer. Not only would she buy the thong, but he still stood a good chance of seeing it on her. Pays to be a winner!

She gave the hanger a little shake back and forth, making the crotch dance as she studied it. He licked his lips. My, Nik, what a big tongue… He coughed before said tongue rolled all the way to the floor.

“Yeah, but they look like they’d be uncomfortable, right?”

What? No! Wrong answer.

“Are they?” she pressed.

Maybe. Probably. Shit, how would he know? He’d never worn one. It looked ridiculously uncomfortable, but saying so would mean she’d put it back on the rack and he was already salivating at the idea of seeing her in it. “Uncomfortable? I don’t think so,” he lied.

“Really?”

She fingered the T-back. No doubt they were both imagining the glorious valley in which it would nestle. My, Nik, what a big… Okay, his dick couldn’t take much more of this.

Buy the thong, don’t buy the thong. If she was so worried about comfort, how about never buying any underwear ever again and living naked in his bedroom, lounging on insanely silky sheets that smelled like a mountain meadow in full fucking bloom? Bring. It. On.

I got this. He lowered his chin, leveled her with his gaze, and straight up warned her, “You won’t have it on long enough to be uncomfortable, Tiggs, because I will tear it from you with my teeth.”

Her eyes went from scoffing disbelief to stunned and round at his wolfish grin. My, Nik, what big teeth you have… A soft gulping sound escaped her throat as she read the silent reply in his eyes, Better to bite your panties off with, my dear.

Her pulse jumped in the soft hollow of her neck. That’s right, Tiggy. Two can play at this game. Her stunned gaze melted over him. Then her eyes shifted, no doubt catching the sight of an elderly sales lady, who’d been en route to assist, retreating toward hosiery. When Thea turned back to him, she simply reprimanded, “You’re not being very discreet, Nik.”

There it was—the coy little click of her tongue she liked to make when she said his name. It should’ve annoyed him, but instead it turned him on more, which was exactly what she seemed to enjoy doing the most. For all her teasing, though, his mouth couldn’t help but water at the sight of the red lace thong still swaying from the hanger in the crook of her finger as she moved toward a section of more sensible cotton underwear. Little did she realize those white string bikinis would undoubtedly meet the same fate. He smiled devilishly at the thought. Oh yeah, they were toast.

Chapter Twenty

I ran my hand behind the black mesh of a bikini and bra set, my brows lifting at how sheer they were. What was the point of putting something on if you could see right through it? Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the hitch to Nik’s step grow, answering my question. Ooooh. Well now…

The set cost a small fortune. Way too pricey for the lack of actual fabric or the budget I’d been trying to stick to, but I lifted the hangers and added them to my developing pile. I’d grown entirely too frustrated by Nik’s hands-off attitude since he’d abruptly stopped kissing me last night. Whatever had been started on our date, my flesh was desperate to finish.

The sight of his lips and teeth and tongue had my body replaying the heavenly sensations they’d treated it to last night. All I wanted to do was climb him like the mountain he was. But so far, he’d maintained a minimum distance of two feet from me, and he’d only gotten that close because we had been in the car. Now that we were in the lingerie department, he seemed to be rethinking things. If the sight of his clenched jaw was any indication, his restraint wouldn’t hold out much longer.

I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. Oh yes, I’d for sure be buying these. If the sight of my fingers through the mesh fabric had him walking funny, the sight of the rest of me peeking out behind the sheer material would surely bring him to his knees.

Stealing a glance through a crack in the dressing room door, I tried not to drool at him standing guard in warrior-man mode. He’d worn black pants he called BDUs. Whatever they were, they made his tight butt look positively grab worthy. And the snug, charcoal-gray V-neck T-shirt needed to come straight off again. Images from when he’d stripped it away at the carwash we’d stopped at before the mall replayed in my mind. All of those muscles and his gorgeous tattoo