It's Our Time (Carolina Rebels 3)

“Why don’t you let me come in and we’ll get this over with?” I turn to walk in because this is ridiculous.

“No!” There’s actual fear in her voice. That’s the only thing that makes me stay put. “Talk to me, Ian,” she repeats softly.

“Okay. Uh, how was the game? With the girls, I mean?”

“Oh! I know what icing and off-sides are. I know which position you play and what you do, as well as the forwards. Obviously, I learned about some penalties, too. I think I have a good basic understanding of things. Thank you for asking them to explain it to me. I think I have new friends.”

Wow. She just sounded excited. About a sport! Should I go outside to see if it’s raining cats and dogs? Or maybe see if pigs are flying? Try to go to hell and see if it’s frozen over? This is unbelievable. “That’s great, babe,” I tell her honestly.

She’s quiet for a moment. “I spent a lot of your money today.”

“How much is a lot?” I ask mostly out of curiosity. To see what her definition of a lot is.

“Two-fifty,” she whispers. “I used my money for my hair, nails, and massage.”

“I won’t go broke because you went on a shopping spree, Sydney, and I told you to use my card anyway. I don’t care if you splurge on yourself every now and then.”

“Well, I bought some things for Savannah, too.”

“That’s good. What else did you buy?”

“Come look.”

Finally! I round the corner and stop short.

Wow. I don’t even know where to look first. Has she worn heels since prom? They look damn good on her. So do the stockings that stop mid-thigh. The lingerie is sheer, so I can see the new bra and panty set. It must be new because I would definitely remember that.

Sydney laughs. My gaze reluctantly rises to her face. “And here I was worried this would be a waste of money.”

“What makes you think it’s not?”

“You can barely look me in the eyes for five seconds because you’re looking everywhere else. Are you going to observe or would you like a hands-on experience?”

“Come here.”

She tilts her head. “Why can’t you come to me?”

“Because I want to see if you can still walk in those things.” I nod down at her heels.

“You’re such an ass.” She laughs, but she does walk over to me and looks hot as hell doing it. Sydney immediately pushes my suit jacket off my shoulders. It’s hard to fathom the fact that she was nervous over this.

“Why didn’t you want me to see you?” I ask, grabbing her hips as she unbuttons my shirt.

“Is it weird that I’m more comfortable being naked? I mean, this is showy and normally, we just undress and have at it. Not a lot of thinking. This is thinking.”

“Who knew that you and thinking would be a good thing?”

There’s that laugh again. We’ve done enough talking. I walk her backward to the bed.

“I love you,” she whispers right before she falls.

“I know.” I grin.

“Ian.” It’s a stern warning as she crawls up the bed and I quickly undress.

“I love you too, babe.” With a hand on each ankle, I glide up her skin, climbing up the bed as I go. My grin grows as her legs spread. I go straight for her hips, switching to using only one hand as the other helps prop me up.

“What are you doing?”