She hummed to herself as she opened a cabinet and pulled out a vase. Crouched on the ground, her spine curving in the position, her dress dipping low in the back and giving me a great view of her smooth skin. My fingers twitched. I wanted to trace them down her back and tease her skin until she went wild.
“You look so sexy in that dress, Becca.”
“Yeah?” She spun around and bit her bottom lip. “You’re giving me your bedroom eyes, and that ain’t gonna happen, buddy. My parents would skewer me if I showed up late. Plus they still think I’m making you up.”
“Might be worth it to be late.” I picked her up around the waist and set her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around me, and I rubbed my palms down her legs. She giggled, licking the outside of her lip. My cock swelled. “I’m not sure I can wait another…” I checked my watch. “Five hours to have you to myself.”
“You’ll survive.” She grinned and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You wear a suit very well, Harrison. They say seeing a man in a suit is the equivalent of a woman in lingerie. What do you think?” She ran her fingers through my hair, making me groan in pleasure. “Is it true?”
“With you, hell yes.”
She laughed and traced my stubble with her fingers. “You might be the most handsome man, but I kinda fell for the stuff in there.” She tapped her finger on my chest, just above my heart, before kissing me.
“You’re not helping my situation down there,” I said between kisses. I moved my hands from her legs to her waist and then up to her beaded nipples, teasing her through the thin fabric. “Mm, no bra?”
“Have you seen the back?”
“You should wear a jacket. Or a sweater.”
“Can’t. It’ll ruin the look, but I do plan on driving you crazy. Call it a hobby of mine.” She grinned and wiggled her way out of my grasp. “Now, no more funny business until the drive home.”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes, earning a laugh from her. With that sound, she was the one for me.
Sometimes you just know. It was that way for me. It took one horrible snowstorm for me to learn who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I had no plans to freak the hell out of Becca, but it provided a pleasant blanket of calm knowing what to work toward—getting her to agree with me.
I rubbed her arm as goose bumps spread across her skin. “You need a coat before we leave, Becs. It’s still freezing.”
“Obviously.” She waltzed toward the hall closet and pulled out a bright red coat and yellow gloves. She looked like an ad, or a fan of McDonald’s, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
Catching my grin, she tilted her head and frowned. “Why the look? Judging my winter wear?”
“Not at all.” I helped wrap a green scarf around her neck and lifted her hair from it. “I love your colors. I knew you’d be trouble when you picked up those balls of yarn with nothing that matched.”
“I’ll tell you another secret.” She ran her tongue over her lip and looked pleased with herself. “None of my socks match. Not worth the time, and I love looking down and seeing explosions of neon colors.”
“None of that surprises me.” I held out my arm, and she looped hers through mine. “I don’t want to one-up you, but my pillowcases aren’t the same colors as my sheets. I’m wild like that.”
She laughed super loud and leaned her head against my shoulder. “I noticed.”
I couldn’t remember the last time I was this excited for a night out. I tended to hate dinners and fancy events. Small talk was one of my biggest weaknesses, but knowing I’d be with Becca made all the difference. She made everything better.
I helped her into the truck and checked to make sure my gift for her was still wrapped behind my seat. Butterflies swarmed my gut just thinking about giving it to her. She didn’t strike me as someone who wanted expensive gifts—not like Vivian. It had to mean something.
“Have you talked to Dexter today?” she asked once I pulled onto the road. “The girls officially heard about it and texted me. They’re prepared to start a meal train for him and his family once they get back. Some of the girls are going to start a #DexterStrong campaign to talk about the dangers of drunk driving. I told them to reach out to you or the guys to see how they can get involved. I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay.” I slowed at a stop sign and gave her a reassuring look. “It’s a phenomenal idea. And to answer your question, I stopped by for a bit during lunch and was able to see him. He’s doing… okay. I worry more about how he’ll be once things settle down and visitors stop. Football was his life, and it’s gone now.”
“He’ll find a way back. There are other ways to keep it in his life that don’t require playing. And it sounds like the guys aren’t going to let him disappear.”
“True.” I snuck a glance at her and smiled when I caught her staring at me. “I’ve already thought about having him keep stats or help with equipment.”
“You’re a good coach but an even better man.” She patted my hand and, weaving our fingers together, brought it to her lips and kissed the back of it. The gesture charmed the hell out of me, and a confidence I had never experienced settled in me. Never in my life had I felt this secure in a relationship. And it had only been ten days.
Becca let out a long sigh as I turned onto the freeway, and I held on to her hand tighter. “That sounded sad.”
“No, not sad. I realized we haven’t talked about it yet, but once the girls come back, we’ll have to figure out our sleeping arrangements. You’re warm, and I’ve gotten used to the heat.”
“That’s what you’re going with? That I’m warm?” I laughed. “It has nothing to do with how good the sex is between us?”
