Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Besides, Beck remembered to bring a little Bluetooth speaker that he bought for me, since Birdie took hers home with her. He set me up here in this massive bathroom with my music, then left me to get ready.
I can’t wait to see what he’s wearing this evening. He’s always beyond sexy, but seeing him in a suit might send me over the edge, and I won’t want to leave this suite.
I took a peek at the gown Ma brought, and I have to admit, it’s magnificent. The long, sleek column of champagne-colored lace with a high neckline and no sleeves, the dress shimmers and will make me feel amazing.
As long as it fits.
If it doesn’t, I’ll be going in jeans and a jumper.
“Beckett?” I call out as I fasten a gold and diamond earring in my ear. “Do you mind helping me with this dress?”
I can hear him walking through the suite, and when he fills the doorway, I gasp.
Bloody hell. I was absolutely right.
The man fills out a black suit like it’s his fecking job. And when my gaze climbs to his eyes, I find him staring at me with pure hunger.
“For fuck’s sake, you have to warn me, Irish.”
“Warn you of what?”
He moves to me, wraps his arms around my waist, over the belted hotel robe, and lowers his lips to press them against my forehead.
“I don’t want to mess you up,” he whispers, “but fuck me sideways, I want to mess you up.”
Grinning, I let my hands skim up his chest, along his lapels. “You’re so handsome in this suit, Beck.”
“No one’s even going to know I’m there,” he says with a grin. “And I’ll be in prison before the night is over because I’ll have to kill every single man who looks at you tonight.”
“You haven’t even seen the dress yet,” I remind him. “It could look like—”
“Doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head, and his fingertips drift up and down my back. “You’re a goddamn vision, baby. God, your hair is every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had in my life, and all I want to do is get my hands in it.”
“It took me a long time to make it look like this,” I remind him. “So please try to restrain yourself for just a little while. Later, it’s all yours.”
“When we get back here”—he pulls the robe apart and presses his lips to my bare shoulder—“I’m going to fucking devour you.”
“Whoa.” I press my hands to his chest again. “Hold that thought. I have to get dressed, or else I won’t get dressed at all, and we have to leave soon.”
“Fine.”
Pleased that he likes what he sees so far, I turn to the closet with a grin and pull the dress off the hanger. I return to the bathroom, where I shed the robe, step into the dress, and wiggle it over my hips.
“I hope it fits,” I mutter as Beckett moves behind me to help. “The color is divine. Dior is always a good idea, and Ma never misses, but—”
“Stop worrying,” he murmurs and kisses the back of my head. “Jesus, it’s all buttons. No zipper.”
“I know.”
The entire back, from the top of my neck to just above my arse, is a row of tiny satin buttons.
“My fingers are too fucking big for this.”
“No, they aren’t, there’s a hook.”
I run back to the garment bag that the dress came in and find the hook in the bottom, then return to him.
“This helps and makes it faster. You just—”
“I see it,” he murmurs, and I watch in the mirror as his eyebrows pull together in concentration. “Whoever came up with this hook thing is smart as hell.”
I can feel him start to pull the loops over the buttons from just above my arse. He brushes his knuckles over my spine, making goose pimples rise on my skin, and it suddenly feels hot in here.
“Mmm.” He kisses my back, and I squirm. “Hold still, baby. Fuck me, I can’t wait to get you out of this dress later.”
“I’ll be for stripping you out of that suit.” I smile softly as he hooks another button, then places another kiss. Only Beckett can turn helping me with a dress into a sexy game.
“You can keep the shoes on,” he says, almost conversationally as if he’s not driving me mad. “And don’t for a heartbeat think that I didn’t notice that you’re completely bare under here.”
“A bra and panties would ruin the lines,” I reply softly. “And there’s material strategically placed to cover me up.”
He’s only about a third of the way up my back because he keeps pausing to kiss me and brush his fingers over me. He’s driving me out of my bloody mind.
“I’m going to worship you tonight.” Gods above, I love it when his voice gets rough like this. I’m already wet, and I have to survive several hours before I can come back to our suite with Beck and lose myself in him. “I’m going to feast on that beautiful pussy you just covered up. I’m going to kiss you and fuck you until your legs shake and every fucking person in this hotel knows my name.”