That I want him to take me by surprise...to take me with force.
“That so?” he questions over his shoulder as I follow him outside to the truck.
“I’m not telling you.” I shake my head and my eyes bulge seeing the number of bags he has in the back bed of the pickup truck.
Charlie turns around to face me. His eyes are dark. “I want to know what is racing through that mind of yours.”
My cheeks bloom with heat.
I shake my head. “No way. I’m not telling you.”
He grabs me by my hips and pulls me in close. “You’ll tell me.”
I go up on my tiptoes and whisper, “no,” softly, a mere inch from his mouth.
His strong hand travels down the curve of my hip, around to my backside and pinches me, hard.
“Ow.”
“Tell me,” he growls.
“I’ll tell you…if you do something for me.”
He scoffs looking put out. “Think I have done enough for you already.” His eyes shift to the bags.
“Okay. Suit yourself.” I shrug and move to start carrying the bags in.
His fingers gripping my wrist stops me on the bottom step. “What do you want?”
I smirk and twist around to face him. I shift the bag to my other hand once I free myself of his hard grip. “Let me shave your beard and trim your mess of mop on your head.” I tug on his unruly hair for emphasis
That funny noise he makes sounds in the back of his throat. “This better be fucking good.”
“That's debatable. But it is a chance you will have to take,” I tease him, pulling his hair again and loving the annoyance flickering in his eyes. I get under his skin and it drives him crazy.
“You’re a brat. You know that,” he says, growling at me.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
I turn and start back up the stairs but not before jutting my ass out and hitting him in the crotch with it.
“Goddamnit, woman. Don’t be doing that shit unless you’re offering to bend over.”
I laugh and keep walking up the stairs as he goes to adjust himself.
I can’t believe how much stuff he bought at the store. I can't stop myself from snickering when I see all the tampons he has bought. “Are we stocking up for the apocalypse or something?”
His eyes narrow on me. “Thought I was being considerate, but if you don't want them I will take them back.”
“It’s fine.” I think I’ve hurt his feelings. I grab his hand as he goes to walk away. “Thank you, Charlie. I mean it. It’s sweet. I appreciate the thought you put into taking care of my needs. Should they arise.”
“Speaking of needs. Tell me this fantasy,” he demands.
“Not yet. First dinner. Then I get to shave your beard and then maybe I will tell you while I trim your hair.”
He growls making that noise again and it makes me smile.
Once we have everything neatly put away and organized, Charlie kicks back on the couch with a beer.