“I’ll change.”
“No, now I want to fuck you in the dress. We’ll take the truck.”
He takes his helmet inside and returns with my purse and a scrap of fabric.
“You have to wear this.” He turns me around and ties a blindfold over my eyes. “Can you see anything?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Come on then.” He takes my elbow and helps me into the truck.
During the whole drive, my nerves tingle. I try to ask him hints, but he stays silent, holding my hand tight. When we stop, he comes around and helps me out. His hands grip my waist as he guides me, gravel crunching under my feet until we go through a door. The smell of paint and timber hits my nose, and I know exactly where we are.
I jump up and down. “Can I look?”
“Yeah, babe.” Untying the fabric, he pulls it away.
“Robbie!” I squeal! “It’s so beautiful!”
The renovated kitchen sparkles and shines. Every single detail I envisioned has comes to life.
“I love it!” I launch myself into his arms. “It’s the most gorgeous kitchen ever designed!”
“I have to agree. Maybe you should think about designing kitchens as well as dresses.”
“Nope, this can’t be duplicated. It’s a one time deal.”
His eyes grow soft, and he leans in to kiss me. Our lips crash together, the air around us buzzing. As he moves his hands under my dress and grips my ass, my tongue swirls with his, fighting for more. He deepens the kiss, and I grow dizzy from lack of oxygen. When he breaks away, I whimper in protest.
“Turn around, babe. I want you now.”
“Robbie! We can’t do that. What if the realtor shows up?”
“She has no reason to since I own this place.”
“What?”
“It’s official. This house is ours.”
I suck in a breath, feeling my pulse start racing.
“Why do you look so surprised?”
“We haven’t mentioned it since we got back together. It’s been three weeks. I figured it fell through.”
“For the final time, we didn’t get back together because we never broke up!” He lays his forehead against mine. “This place was meant for us, so I pushed hard. The construction crews worked double time, and the owners already moved out. The paperwork was rushed through. It’s ours, baby.”
“Oh my God!” I cry out.
“You surprised?”
“This is the best surprise ever! Well, except for my dad, but this is different.”
“We’re going to move in this weekend. My mom wants you to call her to schedule a time to go shopping for essentials, whatever the hell that means.”
“Eekkk! That means we’ll stock the house with all sorts of new stuff. The second and third bathrooms will need towels. We can stick with your bedroom set for now, but maybe by Christmas get a new comforter, which means all new bathroom accessories in our bathroom, too. Don’t get me started on what I’m going to do in here. You’re going to love the pots and pans I picked out.” I ramble on and completely miss the heat in his eyes.
“Babe, do you get that kind of stuff when you get married?”