“Nope. I have shopping to do,” I said, turning toward the door so I could head to my bedroom and the bathroom I'd been sharing with Dad. “Are you wearing your Class A uniform tonight, or did you rent a tuxedo?”
“Class A’s.”
My hand was on the doorknob, and then, suddenly, it wasn’t. Beckett dragged me away from the door and back against him, his hard-on pressed into me, and his bare chest warm against my back. When his mouth landed on my shoulder exposed by his oversized T-shirt, and the tease of teeth and tongue danced over my skin, I nearly moaned.
“Where do you think you’re going, Maisey?” he asked, voice husky and low.
“To shower.”
“I promised your father I wasn’t letting you out of my sight. I meant it.”
“I’m not showering with you.”
He didn’t respond. He simply swept me off my feet, bridal style, and carried me toward his bathroom.
“Beckett, put me down.”
He ignored me, holding me pressed up against him while he reached into the shower and turned on the water.
“Takes a minute to warm up,” he said.
I struggled, and he finally let me slide out of his arms. Every inch of me shivered with delight as our bodies rubbed against each other. His gaze worked its way down me, the smirk on his face letting me know he understood exactly what he was doing to me. It was pure retaliation for how I’d straddled him and then left him in the bed.
My heart was pounding furiously, longing and lust making it almost impossible to talk. But I was eventually able to croak out, “I don’t think Dad meant I couldn’t shower on my own.”
“Doesn’t matter what he meant. Only matters what I promised.”
I huffed out a laugh. “I need my shampoo and conditioner. It’s the only kind that works on my hair, so it doesn’t look like a wet dog.”
“Maybe I should help. Your hands are pretty banged up. Wouldn’t want the shampoo to sting them.”
“I’ll manage. You don’t get to showerwithme until you’ve delivered on all your promises.”
“I will be delivering,” he said, stepping closer, heat sparking, and grin widening. “I can provide the first installment right now. I promise this isn’t a limited-quantity deal. In fact, once I’ve touched you, tasted you, and watched you climax, I’m never going to want to stop.”
His words flared hope of the forever I knew he wasn’t necessarily promising. I put my hand out, pushing against his chest to keep the distance between us.
“No can do, Beckett. I want the fairy-tale moment. The gorgeous dress and the handsome prince and the sinful night you said you’d give me.”
He grabbed my hand, placing a soft kiss atop the gauze wrapping my palm.
“You’re right. You absolutely should have all of that, my Maisey-girl.” At the door of the bathroom, he turned back and said, “Better get in before I change my mind.”
My heart hammered against my chest. I took a fortifying breath. “Bring me my shampoo!”
He waved a hand and left.
But I hadn’t really thought this through, because once I was in the shower, naked as a blue jay, he returned with the bottles in hand. He stopped outside the glass door, slowly taking in every inch of my nakedness, eyes stroking me as if they were his hands. My thighs quivered, my core ached, and I had to put a hand out on the shower wall to steady myself.
“I deserve a goddamn medal,” he said, voice husky and raw.
“Yeah?”
“The sacrifice it’s taking to walk away from you right now…” He set the bottles down outside the shower, inhaled, and then shook his head with his eyes closed. “Yeah. A fucking medal isn’t even enough.”
He’d turned away and started for the door when I called his name. His focus returned to me, and I gave him my very best saucy smirk. “You deliver tonight, and we’ll see about getting you a medal.”
A smile broke over his face, the large one that always did things to my insides. He was whistling as he left the room.