Marisa Chenery - To Lovea Cougar

Blaise just starting walking, going with the flow of people, hoping his gaze found a likely target. Much to his chagrin, going by those around him, a lot of the females were mothers with young kids, senior citizens or teenagers. Not exactly what he was looking for.

His steps slowed once a women’s lingerie store came into view. Now that was a place that could have a lot of potential. The only thing holding him back was whether he’d be considered a sicko for trying to pick up a woman there. But then again, when had anything like that ever stopped him?

He headed straight for the store and walked right inside. A quick look around and Blaise found he was the only male present. He noticed there was a small section of the store that was dedicated to men’s underwear and sleepwear. He couldn’t see a lot of guys actually deciding to come to a place like this to shop for those kinds of things for themselves. Unless the store thought the women would buy the items for their boyfriends or husbands.

Blaise walked farther into the world of women’s intimates and spotted a raven-haired beauty standing in front of a display of panties.

He’d always found himself attracted to women with dark hair since cougar shifters ranged from blond to light brown.

His prey chosen, Blaise stepped out of the middle of the walkway to observe her before he made his move. She wasn’t far enough away for him not to be able to see the color of her eyes with his keen eyesight. They were a gorgeous blue, almost the color of sapphires. As he watched, she flipped her long hair over her shoulder, appearing unimpressed with what she looked at.

She lifted her head and her gaze settled on him. She put down the pair of panties she’d been looking at, then walked around the table before heading in his direction. Blaise stayed where he was to see what she’d do. He was more than willing to let her approach him first.

Harley couldn’t tear her gaze off the hottie who stood in the middle of a women’s lingerie store, and from the looks of it, alone. Up until now she’d been only browsing for herself, but a new idea came to mind that involved Mr.

Handsome. It wasn’t something she normally did, but she found this male specimen well worth the chance of having this backfire on her. For all she knew, he could have a girlfriend and she could just happen to be in one of the change rooms at the moment.

She walked up to him and said with a smile, “I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor.”

He grinned back. “And what would that be?”

Harley ran her gaze over him, loving the look of his long, tawny-blond hair that was more controlled than shaggy. His light-brown eyes, which were pretty darn close to gold, held humor in them. She also liked how tall he was. He had to be at least six foot two. At five foot seven herself, she liked men with a little height to them.

“Well,” she said. “Would you be against trying on some of the things in the men’s section for me? My sister is getting married in a couple of weeks and I’m having a bridal shower for her. I want to get something for her to give to her fiancé. He’s close to the same size as you.”

That was utter bullshit. Harley’s older sister Mel was getting married in two weeks all right, but her fiancé Sean was barely five foot eight and was a skinny, nerdy computer programmer. But Mel loved him with all her heart and soul, as Sean loved Mel.

“I guess I can do that,” Mr. Gorgeous replied.

“Great.”

Before he could change his mind, Harley grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the men’s section. She bypassed the sleepwear and went straight for the underwear. She stopped at a table that had assorted thongs displayed. Harley selected a black nylon one with metallic gold hearts on it.

She turned toward him and held it out. “This one. What’s your name?”

“It’s Blaise.” He looked down at the thong and then back up at her again. “You’re sure this is the one you want me to try on?”

“I’m Harley, and yes. It’s a bit of a gag gift as well, but I want to make sure it’s not too… constricting. I want my sister’s future hubby to be able to wear it at least for a little while without it interfering with his…ability, if you know what I mean.”

Blaise burst out laughing. “I understand. But there’s one small problem.”

“What? Are you uncomfortable trying on a thong?”

“That’s not it. You see, I’m the type of guy who prefers to go commando. I doubt the store would appreciate me trying on any underwear like that without at least buying it afterward.”

Harley swallowed as her mouth went suddenly dry at the thought of Blaise being naked under the slightly formfitting jeans he wore. She shouldn’t have looked, but she couldn’t help herself. She dropped her gaze to his fly, checking out how large the bulge was behind it. It appeared to be a good size.

Not wanting to be caught gawking at his crotch, Harley quickly yanked her gaze back up to Blaise’s face. “I’ll buy it for you.”

“Pardon?”

“You try it on, then I’ll buy it for you.”

“That would mean you’d have to buy two.”

She shrugged. “So be it. I don’t mind.”

Blaise took the thong from her. He returned it to the spot where she’d gotten it, then selected the same one but without the hearts. “If I’m going to have to keep it, then I want one without the metallic gold. Not exactly my style.”

“You’ll do it then?”

“Yes. Who am I to turn down a beautiful woman?”

Blaise headed for the single changing area in the men’s section. It was in the corner with only a heavy black drape to close it off from the rest of the store. He stepped into it and tugged the curtain around the rod until he was hidden from sight. Harley stayed just outside it. She listened to the rustle of clothing on the other side. Seconds later he called her name.

“I’m right here,” she said.

“Okay. As far as your concerns go, none of that is going to be a problem.”

“All right, but can I see what it looks like on you?” It was pushing it, asking Blaise to model it for her, but if she were really lucky, he’d do just that. “You don’t have to come out here. You can open the curtain a bit and I can take a quick peek.”

He did as she said, stuck his hand out and tugged her inside before he quickly shut the curtain again. Harley would have protested, knowing full well if they got caught they would be kicked out of the store, but seeing Blaise in nothing but the thong left her speechless. She couldn’t stop herself from running her gaze over his body. His chest was well-padded with muscle that was cut, as were his six-pack abs. His legs were just as muscular.

She stopped at the front of the thong and licked her lips. Oh man, Blaise’s body was definitely well-proportioned. There was no hiding the size of his cock in that poor excuse for men’s underwear.

Harley quickly pulled her wits about her, then said, “The front looks really good. How about the back?”

Blaise turned away from her. Harley started at his wide back, which tapered to a narrow waist.

A little lower and she stared at the finest butt she’d ever seen. It looked hard enough to bounce a quarter off it.

“Liking what you see?” he asked.

Harley tore her gaze off his butt and found him looking over his shoulder at her. “Yeah.” That single word came out breathy.

He gave her a wicked grin. “I bet you want to give it a good smack. Go ahead. I dare you. I might even like it.”

God help her, but she really did want to. Her fingers itched, that was how badly she wanted to learn that muscular ass with her hands. And she could test its firmness with a few well-placed taps.