Lukas
Ialmost feel guilty for making Parker so flustered. I mean, the cherry popping thing was low-hanging fruit, but even though I know it wasn’t fair, I can’t find it in me to feel bad about it. Maybe that makes me a bastard. A decent guy wouldn’t have said it, but the pink rising behind her freckles is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and blushing is one step up from the wary look she’s been giving me since I walked in here.
She can try to frown all she wants, but I didn’t miss the heat that flared in her eyes before her cheeks went up in blazes. Hell, the blush spread all the way down her collarbone and under the neckline of her dress. I bet she blushes in bed too. Her skin would probably go all flushed and pink as she comes…
Parker hurries around the counter, giving me a wide berth as she heads to a shelf near the front of the store. She watches me out of the corner of her eye, tracking me like she’s worried about letting me out of her sight. I follow her, enjoying the way her hips sway in that little sundress. The little cherry print looks almost as juicy as she does.
She reaches up to grab a book off the bookshelf and holds it close to her chest.
“You seriously want to read a romance book?” she asks me.
I step closer, not enough to be threatening but enough that she has to tip her head back to look up at me. Close enough to smell the clean scent of her laundry and a hint of peaches. I lean forward another inch, breathing her in.
I couldn’t care less which book she gives me at this point.
“Yep… why else would I be here, Freckles?” I grin at her, watching her pupils dilate and contract in her ocean blue eyes. She holds her breath before huffing at me, her pretty eyebrows scrunching up again.
“It’s on the house.” The words rush out of her as she shoves the book into my chest and, breasts heaving, pushes me towards the door. My fingers tangle with hers as I hold both the book and her hands against my chest. I let her move me, mostly because the little scowl she is wearing is adorable.
“You have to let me pay for it,” I protest. My back hits the door with a thump and she reaches around me, momentarily pressing her front against mine, her soft curves molded to my torso as she turns the door handle.
“Sorry, we’re closed!” she says as my feet hit the pavement. Her hands extricate themselves from mine and she leaves me outside in the evening sun, holding the book.
“Is this because I called you Freckles?” I ask with a laugh.
“No, this is because I don’t like you,” Parker says as she shuts the door in my face.
“Liar,” I call out as she locks the door and disappears into the back of the shop.
An older couple passes by, throwing me some serious side-eye. I’m sure we just made quite the scene. Curvy little Parker shoving a big, tattooed man out the door of a romance bookshop would probably be enough, but I realize that I’m clutching a book with a mostly naked green bodybuilder on the cover.
I offer the couple a brief salute and head back down the street toward my bike. I’ve got some reading to do.