A grin spread on my face. “Thank you. You’re fucking wow, too.”
“I’m serious, Cammie. Wear the other dress. You don’t want me walking with a hard-on the whole night.”
I loved that dress and those shoes. No way I was going to take them off. “I don’t mind.” I winked, secretly thankful for being a woman that could easily hide her arousal with a bra.
His eyes lifted to the ceiling. “You love to torture me.”
“Duh.” I spanked his ass. Good Heavens.
He finally laughed. “Fine. Aren’t you gonna open the box?”
Goosebumps spread on my arms as he grabbed the velvet thing and held it to my face.
I opened it, and my brows shot up as I took in the blinding sparkle inside. “Dusty… This’s… I’m speechless.”
“You like them?”
“Like them?” I couldn’t take my eyes off the necklace with the heart pendant rimmed with bling and little rubies or the set of matching earrings. “Are these…silver?” I couldn’t say what I really suspected. These were definitely not silver.
“Uh…no. They’re white gold, but the little diamonds and rubies are real.”
My head jerked up. “This is way too much. How can you affor—” I chopped off my question. “Never mind. I can’t accept them.”
“What? No, sweetheart. You never let me buy you anything ‘cause you’re iffy about Skulls’ money, I get that. But I swear to you I bought those with clean money.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, baby.”
A smile triumphed on my face. Discovering he was making the effort to make me happy, to reassure me all the time made me feel lucky. No guy did that for me before that I started to think men didn’t do that at all.
I was wrong.
Dusty did.
My Dusty.
My smile grew bigger, and he unhooked the chain lock and went behind me to put the necklace on me. Then the earrings.
We both looked in the dresser mirror, and I thought we looked amazing together.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.” He offered me his arm. “Shall we?”
7. Dusty
The limo was waiting outside the hotel entrance as we exited. Riding the bike with Cammie dressed like that was fucking impossible.
Everybody was looking at her. Even the driver stole a few glances at her curves as he opened the door for us.
My blood simmered in my veins. It wasn’t like me to get jealous. I grew up in a place where every pussy was for everybody to share.
But with Cammie, everything was different. I was different.
She was my girl. If we were in Rosewood, she would be my old lady, and no one would dare look at her.
Here…I had to be a decent guy and play by the rules. Fancy college town rules.
Soon, it was gonna be my town, too. I had to get used to it.
