“Only if you do, too.” My hand moved to his hair, pulling on the strands in a desperate need to hold onto something.
A rush of air burst out of him, warming my neck. “Baby, I’ve been ready since the moment I walked into this room and saw you wearing this.”
My fingernails dug into the wood as I couldn’t take it anymore. His thrusts became more frantic, his pace intoxicating. I screamed out as I came, my limbs stiffening before they dissolved into a shivering mess as the force of my orgasm overtook every bone in my body.
My walls clenched around his cock, and he held my legs even tighter as he seated himself deep inside me and came.
As we both came down from our highs and caught our breaths, he peppered kisses all over my neck and collarbone. Then I remembered.
“What was your surprise?”
His cheeks lifted against my skin as he smiled. “You’re going to have to put some clothes on to see it.”
“Because it’s outside, or because you can’t see me wearing this without getting worked up?”
He chuckled softly before raising his head to look at me. “Both. But definitely that second part. This lingerie will give me a boner from hell if you keep it on, even if I just made a mess of you.”
I pouted. “But it’s so cute.”
“Park,cutedoesn’t describe how this thing looks on you.” He ran the camisole through his fingers. “I might have to lock you up for being this fucking sexy.”
The corner of my mouth ticked up at the thought. “I might not be opposed to that.”
His cock twitched where it was still seated inside me. “You’re playing a dangerous game if you want to see your surprise.”
“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll be good.” My palms flattened on his stomach, giving him a light shove. “You need to move so I can get dressed.”
He groaned at the idea. I wished we could stay like this forever, too.
After he pulled out of me and cleaned our mess up with a towel from the bathroom, he helped me out of my top and into the shirt I’d been wearing before. I opened a drawer, searching for a pair of pants, and frowned.
“What is it?” Beckham asked as he worked on taking his chaps off and dressing in his clothes.
“All of my pants are dirty aside from my jeans, and I have no hope they’ll button with my stomach this big now.”
“So don’t wear any.”
My head spun to look at him. “What’s this surprise, exactly?”
He shrugged. “A surprise.”
I let out a littlehmph. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, then maybe I’ll just not wear any panties, either.”
His body froze mid-tug on his boot. “Parker.” There was a warning there.
“What?” I asked innocently. “It’s not lingerie.”
He shoved his foot the rest of the way into the boot, then straightened. “It’s nearly worse.”
I mimicked his shrug. “Oh, well.”
I tugged on my cowgirl boots, opting for no pantiesjust to see him riled up while he showed me whatever it was he had in store.
“You know, it’s not fair you keep surprising me with things,” I said, crossing my arms.
He moved until he was standing in front of me, tilting my chin up with a knuckle. “I like to spoil my girl. Gotta make up for the last ten years somehow, don’t I?”
I rolled my eyes, which resulted in him giving me a quick peck on the mouth.
