I blink at him. “I need a shower. A full hair-and-makeup situation. I don’t know where we’re going, but if I’m wearing that LBD, I need to getready.”
His eyebrows climb. “LBD?”
“Little black dress.” I boost up on my toes so I can kiss his chin. “Now, get out of here so I can get sexified.”
“Baby, I’ll take you against that wall right now to prove how goddamnsexifiedyou already are.”
I laugh and bat at him to make him move. “Don’t distract me. I’m in a time crunch. It’s a good thing I brought all my makeup with me. What are you wearing?”
He smirks at me. “A suit.”
“See? I need to get ready. Go away.”
“I have to get ready too.”
I roll my eyes and start stripping out of the Blizzard sweatshirt and jeans that I wore to the rink earlier. “It takes you twenty minutes to get ready.”
He’s watching me intently, those dark eyes molten as they journey down my body.
“I don’t have time to give you a show, Ry.”
He doesn’t walk away, and I can’t help but roll my eyes as I step out of my jeans and then saunter into the bathroom so I can get the shower started.
“Need help in there?” he asks.
“No. Seriously, I don’t have time to waste here.”
“Being inside you is never a waste, sweetheart.”
Jesus, the things he says should be inside naughty greeting cards.
Exactly fifty-eight minutes later, I finish zipping up the back of the dress and turn to look in the mirror.
I still don’t know what kind of sorcery this man had to work, but the dress and shoes fit perfectly.
The dress is off the shoulder and form fitting through the bodice, with a loose skirt that hits me right at the knee. Add in the heels, and the pop of red on my lips, and I’m feeling damn pleased with myself.
With the black clutch that he also got me in my hands, I stride out of the bedroom and find Aiden, Mac, and Ryker standing in the kitchen, talking.
“Whoa,” Aiden says when he sees me.
Mac grins.
Ryker turns around, and his jaw fucking drops.
Mission accomplished.
He’s so damn handsome in an all-black suit, with a black shirt and tie, with his hair styled. He looks like he belongs on the cover of a freaking magazine.
“I guess we’re staying home,” he says as he walks toward me.
“Why?”
His hands slide around my waist and down to my ass.
“Because men are going to be checking out what’s mine all goddamn night, and I’ll get arrested for homicide.”
“Easy, killer.” I run my hand down his tie and breathe him in. He smells amazing. “You’re so handsome, Ry.”
