“Nice,” she gloated. “Now look at us,” she continued impudently. “All decked out in our finery. Although I’m not sure your clown outfit is exactly what you had in mind when you mentioned dressing up.”
Now Vincent gave a verbal grunt. The path down which he was being led, was pretty damned clear.
“You’re using my words against me, Lace.”
She wasn’t giving an inch. “Well,arewe, or are we not dressed up?” she goaded.
He let his hot gaze move down over the sun-dress Lace had worn today.
Not that he hadn’t fully appreciated it when she’d come out of her bedroom this morning, but he hadn’t wanted to make a big deal of it then, since they needed to be on the road. If he’d succumbed to complimenting her, he would have kissed her, and then they never would have left the house.
Now, though, he wasn’t holding back.
“Yes,” he admitted, throwing a bit of lust into his voice. “We are. And that dress is downright sinful. Your bare arms, your endless legs, your…toes,” he choked.
She’d painted the damn things yellow with little blue daisies to match the colors of her clothes. And he was damned well going to kiss every one of them. Maybe sooner than he’d imagined, because there was only one place Lace was leading to with all this.
“So, let me get this straight.” She tapped her lips. “We’re going on a date, we’ve dressed up, and we’re meeting your family and a few family friends today,” she posited with glee.
“Uh, huh,” he grumbled.
She was really making a case, and although Vince’s inclination was to deny or rebut her assertions in some way, his dick was already stirring, telling his brain to shut-the-fuck-up.
“And,” she continued giddily, “we’ve already made out with our clothes on, in case you’ve forgotten.”
How the hell could that memory ever escape him?
He shook his head and answered gruffly. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good. Because I believethatwas your final stipulation,” she finished with a saucy tip of her head.
Oh, yes. She’d schooled him and she knew it.
The brat.
Vince was going to give in. He knew it. She’d drawn a picture that was prettily colored with shades of anticipation he couldn’t ignore. Which meant he was going to walk around all day with a hard-on, knowing they’d be in her bed once they got home.
Still, he didn’t want to make it too easy. Where was the fun in that?
“Final stipulation for what?” he probed shamelessly.
If he thought he could throw her, he was mistaken.
“For getting to see what’s under those robes.” She pointed at his tented crotch and hummed. “To touch it, to taste it, to feeeeel it,” she crooned unashamedly. “Just like you promised.”
“Stop, Lace. Please. Just stop,” Vince whined. “In two minutes, we’re headed into a public place. Most likely my brothers will be there. You can’t have me walking in with a rager. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Fine,” she retorted with a giggle.
Lace tried for a serious look as she shook her finger at his cock that was currently bobbing and weaving, looking for a way out of his clown-duds. “Behave, little clown, and I promise we can play all you want, later.”
Then she turned and gazed out the window as if her work was done.
Nope. Still diamond hard.
Vince griped. “He’s still not listening, Lace.”
She just started whistling.