I nod, a wide grin on my face.
Dad lets out a chuckle, then after a while, he murmurs, “Thank you, son. Tristan and Hana eloping threw your mom for a loop. She needed this.”
“I know.” Even though they had a reception, them getting married was still one hell of a surprise. “We might disagree with the way Tristan chooses to do things, but it doesn’t mean we love him any less.”
“He’s intent on sending me to an early grave, though,” Dad mutters.
I let out a chuckle. “Nothing can kill you.”
“Wait until you have kids of your own.”
Locking eyes with Dad, I say, “Soon.”
His eyebrow pops up again. “Yeah?”
I nod, then laugh. “Dash wants children now.”
Dad’s smile widens. “I’m going to spoil my grandkids rotten then send them back to you all hyperactive from a sugar overdose.”
“Don’t you dare, Uncle Carter,” Dash laughs, having listened in on our conversation. “I’ll just drop off an overnight bag then.”
“Look at this one telling me I can’t spoil my grandkids,” Dad acts all offended.
“You can give them all the candy you want,” Dash says. “But you’ll be the one sitting up with them running around like a bunch of hellions.”
“Them?” Mom asks, a hopeful look on her face.
“Definitely.” Dash wraps an arm around Mom. “At least two.”
“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant,” Mom says, her eyes bright with happiness.
Dad’s phone rings, then he says, “Danny’s here.”
Dash’s head snaps up. “Oh good, then we can tell her now.” She’s up before either of my parents can move a muscle to open the door, and a minute later, I hear Dash shout, “Hey, my future sister-in-law.”
“What?” Danny shrieks. “Are you serious? Don’t you dare joke about that.”
“We’re engaged,” I hear Dash say, and then I can’t make out a damn word as they begin to talk at the same time.
We spend another hour with my family, sharing our happiness with them before I have to drag Dash to the car so we can move her belongings to the penthouse.
Chapter 10
DASH
“Let’s move your clothes first,” Christopher says as he heads up the stairs.
Following him, I tease. “I hope you’re ready to do some heavy lifting. I have a lot of clothes.”
He lets out a chuckle. “I know. I was there when you bought most of them.”
“You called Noah to tell him the news, right?” Christopher asks.
“Yeah, he’s happy for us. What did Tristan say?”
“It’s about time,” he chuckles.
Walking into the closet, I point up to where the bags are. “Can you bring those down so we can fill them? It will save us from having to walk up and down.”
Christopher lowers the bags and sets them down.
Glancing up, my eyes widen when he pulls open a drawer. His mouth curves up as he begins to remove my bras. “I’m really liking what I’m seeing,” he murmurs as he places them in a bag.
“What can I say, I’m a Victoria's Secret girl.”
When he aims for the drawer containing my panties, I dart up. “Leave my underwear. I’ll pack those.”
Christopher gives me a panty-melting look as he shakes his head. He lifts up a g-string, then says, “I can’t wait to see you in this one.”
I let out a burst of laughter as I grab it from him. “Stop. At this rate, we’re not going to get anything done.”
Christopher leaves me to handle the rest of my underwear, and when I’m done, and I glance back up, my face goes up in flames.
His eyes are dark and intense as they rest on me while he holds my freaking box of vibrators. The corner of his mouth curves up as he says, “I always wondered which toys you preferred.”
As quick as I can, I’m up on my feet and reaching for the box, but Christopher pulls it away from me. To make matters worse, he picks up the big purple one.
Feeling embarrassed, I laugh. “Oh God. Please stop.”
He sets the box down, and then he moves in on me. The expression on his face turns predatory, and it makes heat flood my body.
He wraps an arm around my lower back, pulling me against him. I bring my hands to his chest, and when our eyes lock, and I hear the vibrator humming, my lips part, but I can’t think of a single thing to say.
When he presses it against the side of my leg, my body jerks.
Christopher leans down, and his breath skims over my jaw until his mouth brushes against my ear. “Who do you think of when you use it?”
Holy. Shit.
My breaths begin to speed up, and I close my eyes as I admit, “You.”
I feel his lips curve into a smile. His voice is low and hoarse as he asks, “What do I do to you?”
Before I can die of embarrassment, he moves the vibrator between us. When I feel the vibration over my abdomen, intense need fills me, and my heart begins to race.
I grab hold of Christopher’s shoulders as I whisper, “You’re on top of me.”
Christopher makes a low sound in the back of his throat that sends goosebumps rushing over my skin, then he whispers, “Do I take you hard and fast, or slow and deep?”
Oh, God. I’m going to orgasm at this rate. If he moves that vibrator down…
I rub my thighs together for some much-needed friction. “Slow and deep.”
Suddenly the vibration stops, and then Christopher pulls back, giving me a sexy smirk. “I’ll definitely remember that.”
I stand frozen, trying to catch my breath from what just happened while he continues to pack my clothes into the bag.
Swallowing hard on the desire pooling in my core, I grab the nearest bunch of dresses and dart out of the closet.
Going up to the penthouse, I try to come to terms with the fact that Christopher almost made me orgasm with only his voice and holding the vibrator over my abdomen. If he had moved that thing down a couple of inches, I would’ve come right there.
Stunned, I walk to Christopher’s room.
It was always up to me to make myself orgasm whenever I had sex with someone. I get a feeling that’s not going to be the case when Christopher and I make love.
The thought makes a grin spread over my face while I hang the dresses on my side of the closet.
Maybe it will happen tonight?
CHRISTOPHER
It’s almost two am., but we got all Dash’s belongings moved into the penthouse. Tomorrow we have to find a place for everything so Dash will feel at home here.
I turn off the light and climbing into bed, I let out a sigh. “I’m going to sleep like the dead.”
Dash turns to me, then snuggles against my side. She places her hand on my chest, sighing, “Today was a good day.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
When she pushes her leg over mine, my lips curve up. I can feel the need coming off her in waves, and I plan on keeping it that way for a couple of days before we have sex. By the time I have her naked beneath me, she’s going to scream my name from ecstasy.