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“Enjoy yourself tonight.” He still looks at me like he wants to devour me but there’s a twinkle in his eyes too that suggests he knows a lot more about my imminent adventure with Baxter than I do.
I squelch my way back into the house, stripping my yoga pants and shirt at the back door and making a dash upstairs in just my underwear.
I’ve almost made it to my room when I bang into a hard chest right in the doorway.
“I wondered where you’d got to,” Baxter says, eyeing me up and down leisurely. “But now I understand.”
“Sorry. I’ll be really quick!”
“It’s okay.” He moves to sit on the edge of my bed. “Take your time. There’s no rush and I quite like the view.”
I throw my wet things at him and dash for my wardrobe, throwing the doors wide and blindly grabbing the first thing I can get my hands on, which turns out to be a white lace dress.
“Wear that,” Baxter instructs and when I glance over my shoulder at him I see him eyeing the dress with interest.
Keeping my back to him, I reach up and I unclip my bra, peeling it off and dropping it into the laundry bin nearby. I do the same again, shimmying out of my panties, before pulling the dress on over my head. It feels deliciously sinful to be bare underneath.
I slip my feet into some sandals, pull on a soft pale grey cardigan and quickly run a brush through my hair.
“Damn. You look respectable as fuck,” Baxter says when I turn to face him. “It’s perfect for where we’re going.”
“Are you taking me somewhere nice?” I frown. Posh dates aren’t really Baxter’s thing.
“Something like that. Grab your knife, let’s go.”
Almost as soon as we got back from the holiday and Baxter witnessed the laundry room fun with Jax, he set me up with my own set of knives. So far they’ve been unused for anything other than training, and a thrill runs through me at the idea of taking them out for ‘real’ today.
I return to my closet and quickly enter in the code to the safe Baxter installed in there to keep everything from harm’s reach.
“That’s the day you kissed me,” Baxter says.
“Excuse me?” I jump, startled at having him suddenly so close. I didn’t hear him move from the bed at all, but now I can feel his heat close against my back.
“Your safe code. You used the date you kissed me for the first time.”
My cheeks heat. I did not expect him to remember that day at the secret beach, let alone know the date and link it to my safe.
Surprising me with a tender kiss to my temple he says, “That day means a lot to me too.”
Before I can reply, he reaches over my shoulder, and selects my favourite blade from training and a holster for it.
“No pockets,” he complains, shutting the safe back up and turning to strap the holster to my thigh. My nerve endings spark at the tickle of his touch on the tender skin. As he pulls away I feel the phantom brush of his fingers dance cross my pussy, but it’s so light I swear I’m imagining it.
“Fucking perfect,” he says, smoothing my dress down and getting to his feet. “I wish you had a string of pearls, it would really complete the look.”
I snort. I’m not a string of pearls sort of girl at all. Although after learning how they can be used in the bedroom in a romance book I once read, maybe it’s time to invest.
I follow Baxter out to the car, noticing that he grabs a black duffel bag at the front door and slings it in the boot.
“Are we overnighting?” I ask. “Should I have packed a bag?”
“Nope. You have your blade, I have mine.”
“You need a bag that big for one knife?”
“You’ll see.” He grins and I have to squeeze my thighs together. Damn, I really wish I’d worn panties now.
“Will it take long to get there?”
