“You’re watching.”
I hop out of the tub and shimmy past him to stand in the doorway. “There, better?”
He shakes his head.
“Ugh!” I shut the door. “How about now?”
The faucet turns on and I press my ear to the door to listen. He doesn’t say a word. No,Are you ready to get dirty, baby?or anything. Damnit. “Hey, you gotta say something like—” I shove the door open to see him peeling his shirt off. He freezes, abs on full display.
“Damnit, Grace!” Dean playfully shoves me back out and shuts the door. “Stay out there!”
Okay then. Biting back my giggle, I return to the dining table and get my surprise ready.
What on earth is he doing in there? I’m about to interrupt again when the door flies open and Dean steps out looking harried. “That was awful.”
“I’m sure it’s great,” I say from the kitchen.
“I wasawkward as fuck. I don’t think I’m cut out for—” He stops talking and I look over my shoulder at him. “What are you wearing?”
“Isn’t it cute?” I cock my hip and rest my hand on the accessory. “I’m in love with it.”
Dean’s mouth parts slightly and he slowly comes closer, his eyes eating me alive.
“I stopped at the hardware shop in town. Someone named Conner told me to tell you hi. Oh, and that he can’t wait for tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow…” Whatever plans he must have forgotten about dawns on him. Dean swipes a hand down his face. “Fucking hell. It’s already going to be Friday.”
“All day long.” I adjust my new tool belt, so it doesn’t dig my hip too much. “You got stuff I can shove in here? I bought a pink hammer, but I’m at a loss on where it goes.” I attempt to shove my only tool into one of the loops, but it sits wrong on me.
“Here.” Dean pulls it out and slides it into another part of my belt. “That’s where it goes.” His other hand rests on my waist, and he runs his fingers over the fabric of my new shirt. “You get this there, too?”
I let him play with the buttons of my navy-blue flannel shirt. “They didn’t have my size, so it’s a bit big. Super comfy though.”
Did I mention I’m not wearing pants anymore? Too hellbent on playing with the belt, I didn’t bother to get fully dressed when I’d stripped out of my designer clothes to put on this stuff.
“Hmm.” Dean tilts his head to the side, eyeing me up. “I wonder if the belt trick works on girls, too.”
“What’s the belt trick? Because if there’s a secret place for my lip balm sewed into this thing, I wanna know where it is.”
His laugh is deep and fucking delicious. “No, sugar. It’s nothing like that.”
“Then what is the belt trick?”
“This.” He grips the font of my tool belt and yanks me forward with it.
“Ooof!” My hips thrust towards him and I almost stumble. Getting a little manhandled like that makes my pussy cheer. “Again.”
He pulls on me a second time and I’m wet. “Does the uhhh… belt trick make you want to fuck?”
“When a woman tugs us like this…” He does it again. “Yeah. Definitely.”
“Then I’d say yes. The belt trick works on girls, too.”
It’s getting too hot in here. That fire needs to die down, or I have to open a window. This belt trick thing is making me melt into a puddle of lust.
Dean tugs me again, making me yip, and I brace my hands on his pecs to keep from crashing into him. Then he backs up and pulls me by the belt, maneuvering me all over the cabin and straight to the bedroom.
“I’ve never seen anything hotter in my fucking life.” He presses me back on the bed. “Damn, I’m in so much trouble.”
