Page 80 of Against the Clock
“Daniel,” I say, shaking my head. “What have you done?”
I dump one on the bed. Seven pairs of expensive designer jeans fall out, all in my size. My eyes grow wide. The next bag has several pairs of fleece-lined leggings, long socks, and cute cropped shirts and sweatshirts. The next is dresses, underwear, and some cute lacy bras. The fourth bag has two pairs of shoes. And the fifth contains two coats and cardigans.
There are enough clothes here that I could likely stay for a month and not wear the same outfit twice.
This isn’t just a random outfit from Tractor Supply or Walmart, which is what I expected. No. He bought me an entire new wardrobe to keep at his house, and he must have gone to some nearby small-town boutique.
It’s all really cute and good quality, and I can’t help but be impressed.
I’m still goggling at it all when he reappears, towel drying his hair, another towel around his waist.
“You hate it,” he says, catching sight of me.
“No… but it’s too much,” I say. “I can’t accept this.”
“You’re my girlfriend.”
“I can’t take this, Daniel.”
“You’re not. It’s staying at my house. For my girlfriend to wear. When she stays at my house.” He draws each word out slowly, and it’s so silly that by the time he’s done talking I’m grinning again.
When he says it like that, it makes perfect sense. Of course he wants me to have clothes here. Of course he wants to buy me nice things.
Until I look away from his handsome face and back at the mountain of things on the bed.
“Are you sure?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Just pick something out for today, and if you don’t want the rest, I’ll take it back. I promise…. Unless… you know… you want to keep it here?” His fingers walk up my spine, between my shoulders, and I shiver at the touch.
“We’ll see how I feel after our apple picking,” I manage, trying to sound lofty and unaffected.
“Works for me.” He grins, watching me carefully. “Do you like what they picked out? I told the shopgirls your size and they went a little crazy. I think they had fun.”
“I’ll say.” I find a pair of fleece-lined leggings and pause before sliding them on. “Do you wear boxers or briefs?” I should know this. I should know what kind of underwear he wears, too.
“Briefs. Why?”
“Because I’m not wearing brand-new underwear without washing it. Can I wear your briefs?”
He grimaces, and it’s not until he reaches between his legs that I realize I’ve gotten him hard again.
“Why is that sexy?” I can’t help laughing.
“Because I’m obsessed with you, and the thought of you in my underwear is turning me on.”
“Obsessed, huh?”
“Head over heels, you name it, Kelsey. Call it what you want. Yes,” he croaks. “You can wear mine.”
A second later, he returns from the closet in jeans, holding a pair of navy briefs out for me.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him.
He’s just so hot. He has the kind of muscle that guys my age usually don’t, or if they do, it looks slightly unnatural. On Daniel? On Daniel it looks so good. He’s cut, lean but thickly muscled, and his arms and shoulders scream power.
“You’re hot,” I say, unable to help myself.
His answering grin has me fanning myself. “You sure you want to go pick apples? I can think of something else we could do all day.”