I held her just as tight, wishing I never had to let her go.
For hours, we sat in my truck, the heater warming our fingers as we sipped hot chocolate and admired the lights. We talked about our future, what traditions we loved and what goals we both had.
It wasn’t surprising when our answers were the same.
Nothing was more important to the two of us than being happy. Together.
33
PARKER
The fabric practically spilled through my fingers as I held it in front of me. I’d never owned such a delicate piece of clothing, and because of that, I was almost scared to put it on.
The pink lingerie came with a top that was so transparent I doubted it’d cover a single thing. Tiny pink flowers in all shades accented the bra, but the sheer camisole that was attached was bare of those details, the delicate pink fabric splitting down the middle to show off my bump. The panties matched, flowers spread across the front before turning into thin straps that held the thong together.
I’d had the bright idea to surprise Beckham after all he’d done for me for Christmas, and now I was slowly regretting it. Wearing sexy outfits was not my forte, and I wasn’t sure what had come over me to think I’d like it any more while my body was changing the way that it was.
I loved my bump, but my insecurities got the best of me most days.
“Okay,” I huffed at my reflection in the mirror, fisting the lingerie at my side. I was wearing Beckham’s shirt that hung to my thighs, so all it’d take was removing that one piece of clothing and I’d be naked. “I’m just going to try it on, and if I hate it, I can take it off. No biggie, right?”
I placed the set on the dresser beside me before shucking off the shirt. His clothing made me comfortable, even though I’d had a hard time feeling that way in my skin recently—but I could do this. And even if I hated it, at least I tried.
I slipped on the flimsy lingerie, adjusting my breasts in each of the cups. The camisole fell seamlessly on either side of my bump, and somehow the slight coverage gave me a boost of confidence as my eyes skimmed my body in the mirror.
I had to give the boutique clerk credit—the pink really did complement my skin tone. The stitched flowers gave it a nice touch, drawing some attention away from my nipples on full display under the thin material.
With a heavy breath, I decided to keep it on for a few minutes. Beckham hadn’t texted me that he was on his way home from the ranch yet, so I had time to decide if I still wanted to go through with this.
I grabbed Beckham’s shirt from where it was puddled on the floor and folded it, setting it on the end of the bed. Then I padded into the bathroom to touch up my lipgloss, dabbing my finger along my lips as if making sure it was set perfectly was important.
After, I washed my hands, taking my time with the soap and rinsing them thoroughly. With a squeak of the handle, I turned the water off and headed back into the room.
“Parker, you in here?”
Beckham’s voice had me freezing at the end of the bed.
Shit, shit, shit.
I quickly glanced down at my body, then to the shirt on the bed. I could still?—
“Holy shit.”
My head snapped up. Beckham was frozen midstep in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other raised slightly, like he really had stopped in his tracks.
My face flamed. I was so exposed, and he was standing there in a dirty white T-shirt, jeans, chaps, scuffed boots, and a cowboy hat. But even with embarrassment coursing through me at a frantic pace, I couldn’t deny the heat building between my legs. If I wasn’t careful, I’d likely drip straight onto the floor with the amount of thread these panties had.
“Parker, you’re?—”
“Crazy?”
He shook his head, but not only in answer. He seemed to be in disbelief.
“Fucking beautiful.”
My hands clasped together in front of me, mybump making the position awkward. “I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t know you were coming home already. You said you’d text me when you were on the way.”
He finally took a step, but the act was forced, like he was learning how to walk for the first time. “I wanted to surprise you, too.”
