Her giggles slowly ceased before she dropped her hand to her side with a huff. “Well, it’s stained. Do you have stain remover?”
“Probably?”
She frowned, then gestured to my shirt. “Off.”
I cocked my head to the side. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to ruin one of my perfectly good, one-of-a-kind T-shirts.”
Her eyes turned to slits before she grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it upward. Once it hit my pecs, she had a harder time, as I didn’t lift my arms.
“Beckham,” she groaned.
“Yes, Parker?” The playful lilt to my voice had her rolling her eyes.
“Lift.”
I set my hands on her waist, lifting her and plopping her ass on the counter. Right in the slice of cake.
Her mouth popped open with a gasp. “Beckham!”
I shrugged, not even bothering to hide my smile. “You said lift. You didn’t specify what.”
Her hands fell to her thighs in defeat. “Well, now we’re both covered in cake.”
“No.You’recovered in cake. I”—I gestured to the circle of blue on the fabric—“have a stain.”
Her glare turned downright murderous before she dug her hand into the cake beside her and grabbed a fistful. I backpedaled, but my efforts were futile as she chucked it at my face.
I scooped chunks of cake and icing off my eyelids before opening my eyes and pointing at her. “That wasn’t nice.”
She pasted the most innocent look on her face before plopping a frosting-covered finger in her mouth. “Oops.”
I quickly crossed back to the counter, her squeal filling the room as I picked up the cake and plopped it right on her head. Her sharp intake of breath echoed through the house. “Beckham Bronson!”
I dug a finger into the mess, scooping a chunk off and slipping it past my lips. “Hmm?”
With revenge clear in her gaze, she reached up and grabbed another handful of cake. She immediately chucked it at my chest, but I caught it before most of it could make contact. I moved closer to her, and she shook her head frantically, hands held up in defense.
“That’s not fair!”
I smeared it down her cheek, trailing the remnants down her neck. “You started it.”
“On accident!”
My smile was gleaming now, my cheeks starting to hurt from the sheer size of it, and when we paused totake in the mess we’d created, we both burst out laughing. Blue and white decorated not only us, but the counter and the floor, too.
My gaze fell to her ass, where cake was splattered out the side and onto the counter. My eyes slowly moved back to her face, assessing the chaos as they went.
“We should get cleaned up,” she said, her voice a bit breathless now.
I nodded, placing my hands on her hips and sliding her off the counter. Her bare feet squelched on the bits of cake littering the floor, so instead of letting her walk, I scooped her into my arms, carrying her bridal style.
“What’re you doing?” she asked.
“Carrying you to the bathroom. What else?”
“I can walk.”
“Yeah, and then we’d have to mop the whole hallway.” I glanced down to find her staring up at me. “Plus, this is way better than walking.”
