Page 37 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

He chuckled at me. “Don’t you want to have more clothes? Women can never have enough clothes… or so I’m told.”

“Whatever… obviously I’m not most women.” I met his gaze with the challenge in my eyes. “Next time, just get me clothes you want me to wear by yourself, since you know my size now… I’d rather have my tooth pulled without anesthesia than do this again.”

He smiled and then reached out for me.

“So cranky,” he said softly. “Put your arm on my shoulder.”

I did as he asked, feeling agitated and sexy at the same time.

How is it even possible to have that combination?

I have never felt sexy like this in my whole life. I looked up into his hard beautiful face, and he took my other hand.

The saleslady had just returned, and as he spoke to her, his eyes never left me. “We’ll take this one, and the others I put aside. Put them on my account. I’ll be up to sign in a moment.”

As she made herself scarce, Kristoff ran his hand over my hip and up. When he got to my bust, his hand dipped around my back, and applied pressure, making me step closer to him. He put my hand on his shoulder and dipped his head down, his lips close to mine. My heartbeat was erratic. I wanted more, although I wasn’t sure what that ‘more’ was.

He nuzzled his lips into my neck, laid soft kisses down to my collarbone. I pressed my body against his, and a moan escaped my lips when I felt his gentle bite on my collarbone.

His mouth came back to my lips, and he whispered against my lips, “At the end of these two months...” He didn’t finish the sentence.

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