She spit the panties out. “You got me a drawer.”
“Mhmm.” I ran my knuckles over her smooth skin. “It was fun shopping for you. There should be clothes in here too, but I haven’t had a free hour to spare this week or last.”
“No one’s ever shopped for me,” she said quietly, brushing her finger over the neatly folded intimates. She picked up a strapless nude bra and held it up.
“And no one else will,” I promised. “I washed everything and put it away here, but if you’d rather arrange themdifferently—”
“You washed them for me?” Rae spun around. “You? Did laundry?”
The smile on her lips was beautiful. I leaned down for a quick taste.
“What? Like it’s hard or something?” I teased, nipping at her bottom lip.
“Lord almighty, aren’t you just full of surprises.” She grinned.
I had to tear myself away. Maybe it was the accent, or maybe it was just the too-cute woman standing naked in my space, but the rock-hard tent in my pants strained to the point of pain. Another two minutes this close to her, and I was going to throw her on the bed.
“I’ll be in the kitchen, prepping lunch.” I stole one more kiss. “Come out when you’re ready.”
Rae nodded, and I made my escape.
Her mistrust bothered me. It made sense, given the story she’d told me in the bathtub. Men had come and gone from her life. If that was the standard she measured relationships by, it would take time to teach her that we were different. I was determined to prove to her that this was it for me. I wasn’t leaving. I wouldn’t let her quit on us.
It was as simple as that.
By the time the strips of steak were sizzling in the pan, Rae joined me. I did a double take, wondering where she’d found a dress.
The smirk on her lips told me she was enjoying this far too much.
“You like?” She did a twirl.
It was the buttons that gave it away. I prowled toward her. Those bewitching eyes flashed with a shiver of fear. My pulse spiked.
“I fucking love you in my shirts,” I growled, planting my hands on her waist.
Rae had twisted the sleeves and tied them to turn the black button-up into a strapless dress. Coupled with the new pair of tights, she was pretty enough to eat.
“Sorry it took so long,” she breathed. “I couldn’t make your belt small enough to wrap around my tummy.”
I brushed my hands down her hips. “You’re killing me, woman.”
Her smile widened. “Good.”
Not good.I was starving, but not for the food cooking on the stove. There wasn’t time to feast.
But teasing…well, that I could manage.
I pulled Rae into the kitchen. “Want to help me?”
“Sure.” She surveyed the items on the counter. “I can make the margaritas, since I assume that’s what’s going in the pitcher.”
“Thanks, babe.” I released her, dumped the onions and peppers into the browned meat, then lowered the temperature on the stove.
Rae sliced the limes. I waited until she set the knife down before I pounced. Capturing her waist, I slid my hand under the makeshift skirt.
“Nico,” she moaned. “What are you doing?”
I rubbed my finger over the spider web material of her tights, pressing the seam against her clit. “Keep working.”
