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pretty things she got to choose without anyone’s input. Things that caught her eye just because. There was something freeing about flipping through garments, choosing what to try on with zero thought as to the likes of anyone else.
    At the beginning of their little shopping trip, she’d asked for Claus’ opinion already knowing exactly what she was going to get—a shrug and a hopelessly lost look. The only thing he insisted on was that she not look at price tags. It was such a force of habit, he literally ripped some of the tags off because she kept doing it.
    Just to get back at him a little, she decided to try on as many things as caught her interest just to gauge his reaction. She carefully selected soft, feminine things that, while not overtly sexy, were all sensuously seductive in an understated way. No more gaudy, tight-fitting, clingy clothing meant for twenty-somethings for her. With expertise that came from years of longingly reading through fashion magazines, Alicia chose silk, linens, and soft cottons that flowed around her curves, only clinging here and there. Some of the décolletages were a tad daring, but hey, she had passed twenty-one twenty years prior. Besides, those scraps of clothing were the best to watch Claus react to.
    She could tell he was trying hard to appear unaffected, yet his eyes ate her up whenever she tried something on that clung a little or dipped a little low at the neckline. When he didn’t care for something his brow would furrow before he caught himself and evened out his expression. It was fun to see what he thought about her choices. He may not have said a word, but his reactions were all she needed. One dress, white strappy silk  that seemed to hug her backside and hips as well as her breasts, with an extremely low back actually made him choke. His eyes ate her alive, making her feel more attractive than she could ever imagine being.
    And God, that dress, one of the last things she tried on, made her feel more than just attractive. The crotch of his pants actually moved when she walked out of the dressing room, the sales attendant flitting about oohing and ahhing over the fit. Claus tried to hide the evidence of exactly what he thought of the dress, but there was nothing he could do to take away from the sight of that protuberant erection straining his slacks.
    As a result, Alicia found her own body heating from the burning look in his eyes. Power in the knowledge that she was the one doing that to him, making him hard, making him feel need, flooded her senses. The sizzling connection between them became almost like a living thing in the room. The shop girls seemed nervous, edging away from the smoldering looks; Alicia’s from under her lashes, peeks from the corner of her eye. Claus was not so subtle. Giving up even trying to pretend he was uninterested, his ice-blue gaze seared her where she stood. Her pussy ached, warm, moist and heavy. God, how could a pussy feel heavy?
    Done with the game, Alicia just wanted to leave, get back to the hotel and maybe soak in an ice-cold bath. It was getting too real, and her need hurt too much. Claus had been shying away from physical contact—perhaps he always would. Unless he ever made a move, she doubted there would ever be satisfaction for her. Teasing had seemed like a good idea, but she hadn’t considered that she would be just as stimulated as he.
    But when they exited the last boutique, his large paw of a hand settled on the small of her back. Damn, it was big! The soft touch made her shiver. All she wanted to do was melt into him, take as much comfort from his touch as she could. She didn’t realize that was exactly what she’d done until she heard his low hiss, felt his other hand tighten against her waist. It was perfect. A perfect fit, a perfect moment. Right there in the doorway of a ritzy Berlin boutique, Alicia just let it all go and allowed the fluidity of her body to tell him all the things she had been trying to say.