I grinned at her appreciation. I had been wanting to ask her about that Holden guy, but I hadn’t. Instead, I replied, telling her it hadn’t been a problem.
I was literally using my torso to push the cart toward the checkout as I typed with my thumbs when it came to an abrupt stop, causing me to jolt and look up at what had stopped me.
My shock quickly turned to wide-eyed panic and I swallowed hard at the tall brickhouse of a biker standing there eyeing me curiously.
“You really shouldn’t text and drive,” he said with a chuckle from his very nice, full lips.
How had I not noticed those lips before?
“Uh…”
Holden glanced into the metal cage holding my groceries, then back up to me with a raised eyebrow, his mouth chomping on gum. “You must be single.”
I gasped at his comment then bit my lip to stifle a grin. Of course, I was single, and the contents of my cart made that painfully clear. He was just trying to get me to admit to it.
Flicking my gaze briefly into the green plastic shopping basket in his hand, I smirked, lifted my chin, and said, “Obviously you are, too.”
Holden’s silvery-gray eyes darted to his basket, then back to me. After running his fingers over his barely-there scruff that could maybe be described as a beard, he replied, “You got me. I am single. No way would I be fucking grocery shopping if I had a woman at home to do it for me.”
Without my permission, my lungs and mouth sucked in a gasp at his misogynistic comment. “You chauvinistic piece of—”
He chuckled, which turned into a laugh. “Red, you are way too easy.”
That elicited another gasp, until I realized what he’d meant. Yeah, easy to fool, easy to get a rise out of, easy to anger… that was me. Blame the red hair. Everyone else does…
“Get out of my way,” I finally demanded after I’d regained my composure and recovered from my embarrassment at realizing he was just trying to tease me.
Except, he didn’t move. He stood there like a concrete wall, testing my patience.
I’m gonna snap…
“Seriously. Move. I have shit to do.”
He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Like what? Wait. Don’t tell me.” He put the palm of his hand out flat and began ticking off each word finger by finger while chewing his gum. “You need to wash your hair. No! You have a date later. No! You have to get up early for work tomorrow. Okay, that one might be true…”
This asshole…
I gritted my teeth. “I do have a job to get up early for tomorrow, no I don’t have to wash my hair because dry shampoo is my new best friend, and no, definitely no dates. So, if you’re hinting at one, the answer is no. I Netflix and chill by myself.”
Proud of my retort, but nervously awaiting his response, I lifted my chin and smirked at him.
Finally, while taking the gum out of his mouth and wrapping it back into its original wrapper, then pocketing it, he replied, “I’m confused.”
Then, suddenly I was, too. I cleared my throat. “I’m sure that’s a pretty common occurrence for you biker types. All brawn, no brains.”
After detecting a small amount of shock, I’d give him an Oscar for recovering so quickly. “No, Red. I’m not confused in general. I’m just wondering at what point in this conversation I actually asked you out. I mean, we’re in the grocery store, and I simply commented on the contents of your cart. Or buggy. Or basket. Or whatever the fuck it’s called these days.”
So taken aback by all that information, I just stood and gaped at him.
The stare-off between us went on for a while, way longer than socially acceptable, until one moment I found myself wondering how I was going to get around this guy to the checkout, and the next with my tongue exploring his hot, delicious mouth.
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My dick should not be this hard inside a goddamn grocery store.
Yet, here I was, my mouth plundering hers, my hands on her firm, luscious ass, the green handheld shopping basket more than abandoned on the cold, sterile tile of the floor.
Our breaths mingled together as I pushed her up against the shopping cart, now wedged between the racks of granola bars and us, as I ground my pelvis against hers, completely wanton and without a single fuck inside this damn Stop-N-Shop where I literally only needed to pick up three things: Beer, eggs, and protein powder.
But of course, it couldn’t have been that simple. Nothing I ever did was. The fuckin’ redhead from the clinic had run into me with her metal shopping cart, and therefore, I was forced to talk to her. To look into her infuriatingly gorgeous green eyes and hold a conversation. Unfortunately for me, conversations weren’t my strong suit. I would much rather show a woman how much I appreciated her beautiful skin. Her soft and supple body. Her female touches and sweet pussy.
A very loud and very annoyed-sounding throat-clearing barely registered in my brain. I quickly pulled away from Emory to see a man in his sixties wearing the grocery store’s blue vest with the name Ron on it. He held his broom a little too tight as he glared at us both.
I tipped my head at him. “Apologies, sir.”
He glared some more, huffed dramatically, and shook his head, muttering something about our generation, and disappeared down the next aisle. I looked down at Emory.
“The fuck are we doing?” I asked between breaths.
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” she panted out, staring up at me with her lust-filled gaze.
“Leave the cart, let’s get the hell outta here,” I said, not caring about what or why I had come to this stupid grocery store.
“But I need—”
I cut her off, pulling on the elastic that held her bun-thing in place,
