Warmth coated my heart, his thoughtfulness swaddling it like a blanket. Lucas Stone wasn’t just boyfriend material, he wasbookboyfriend material, bits and pieces of perfect book heroes cut and pasted together, filling pages in the story of my life story.
“That’s probably the most generous thing anyone’s ever done for me,” I said, feeling kind of speechless.
“And here I thought that orgasm I gave you was the most generous thing anyone’s ever done for you.” He slid his phone back into his pocket, arms bracketing my waist once more.
“Well, I suppose it did satisfy a craving…”
He pulled me up against him and his obvious arousal, strong hands claiming my ass with a gentle squeeze. “I told you, your smart mouth does nothing but keep me hard.”
“Then I’ll be sure my mouth is a waterfall of sass when you’re fucking me in three days.”
“Look at you,blushing like a virgin bride about to get shagged on her wedding night.” Sage held up a zebra-print thong, lacy material dangling on the tip of her index finger. “What about this one?”
“Um, I don’t think so,” Chloe snapped, face screwed up like the Grinch. “The last thing she needs is for that zebra print to make Lucas dizzy, pass out, and reinjure his head all over again.”
We were at The Bare Kitten because Sage and Chloe suggested I buy new lingerie. Lucas was a day away from being cleared for sex and, with the exception of some sexy lingerie, all of me was ready—dirty mind, waxed body, and sassy mouth.
“How about something simple?” I plucked a garment off the rack, holding it up for their approval. “Will this silk nightgown do?” After reading their disapproving faces, I snagged another. “Okay, what about this? It’s comfy, cute, and considering it probably won’t stay on me very long…”
“You’re kidding, right?” Sage’s hands met her hips. “We didnotcome here to buy a plain, white—albeit sheer—tank top for your fuckcute.”
“Myfuckcute?” I wanted to laugh out loud.
Sage crossed her arms over her chest. “As in, dick meets pussy for the first time?” she deadpanned.
“Right,” I said, lips pressed in a hard line to quell laughter.
She sifted through more choices on the rack and said, “Anyway, you need to wear something memorable, as if your first time with Lucas is your wedding night. Lord knows you both have been waiting forever to consummate this relationship.”
Her point was a valid one and I did feel like a bride-to-be preparing for her memorable wedding night.
“This!” Chloe held up the sexiest black, lacy bralette-and-panty set my eyes ever laid eyes on. Mesh. Lace.Seductive. Revealing in all the right places. “And look,” she added. “The panty is basically crotchless for easy access.”
The ensemble couldn’t have been more stunningly perfect for me to wow Lucas.
“You need to try it on.” Sage nudged me toward the fitting room, Chloe hot-footing it behind us. I’d expected them not to give me privacy, especially since I agreed to let them cast their vote of approval before my purchase.
Several minutes later, I stood in front of the mirror, completely taken by my own reflection. Usually self-conscious about my non-size-zero body, I’d never felt so sensuous, confident,beautiful. I knew I’d have no issue flaunting around half-naked in that ensemble, certain it would be an instant turn on for Lucas, which would be a guaranteed win for both of us. I wanted everything about our first night together to equal perfection. We owed it to ourselves, to each other, to our sexually deprived bodies.
Sage and Chloe rapped on the fitting-room door. “Let us see,” they demanded in unison.
“You promised to get our approval before buying anything,” whined Sage.
With a slide of the latch, I let the pestering crybabies in, both behind me as we all gawked at the reflection.
“Damn, woman.” Chloe pursed her lips, head nodding in approval. “You’re like, bow-down-bitch hot. Lucas is gonna bust both nuts just looking at you.”
In need of her second approval to close the deal, I flicked my gaze to Sage’s starry-eyed one. “So, what do you think?
“I’d totally do you.”
21
“The dog-sitter canceled.Canceled!Less than four hours before we leave, no less.” Mom’s voice blared through my speakerphone, frantic. “But, Lola and Jack can’t stay home alone for five days.”
Mom and Dad—along with Macy’s parents—went on a cruise to Mexico every year, something the four of them had done since we were in our late teens. Back then, Macy and I would babysit the spoiled pooches, camping out at my childhood home like we owned it. Occasionally we’d throw parties, but what teen didn’t when their parents were out of town? Yet, it had been several years since we’d watched them. Mom hired Sally, a professional dog and house sitter, to take on the task. By the panic in my mother’s voice, I supposed she wanted to know if Macy and I could hold down the pups while they were all gone.
“Want me and Macy to watch them?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
