She then whirled on one very high heel, the very short skirt of her dress flying out and up so he could almost see panties, and Axl didn’t move because he had to concentrate on fighting getting hard.

When he managed this feat, doing it even knowing not only did they not have time to take it there after their date since she had to get to work, but also he didn’t intend to take them there at all until he knew they were ready (mostly her on that, he was ready to fuck her about two months ago), he walked in.

He found her down in her bedroom area, doing something with a bag on her bed, babbling.

“It was hard to pack. I know you guys are good at what you do, so it won’t take long for you to catch this jerk, but maybe it will. I’ve got rehearsals every day. And obviously I need regular clothes.” She looked his way. “Can I borrow your teeth-strengthening mouthwash? I’ll buy you a new bottle later. But we have the same brand so it kinda seems stupid to pack mine.”

He had no clue why she had to put the “teeth-strengthening” part before the word “mouthwash.”

But it was cute.

As she was on a regular basis.

He would not have pegged himself as a cute-girl guy. His leanings had always been toward tall, cool, slender blondes. And as such, when Lottie made her choices for all the boys, and he got a look at Hattie, he knew this wasn’t going to happen.

He was seeing now it never worked out with those tall, cool, slender blondes, not because there was anything wrong with them.

But because he was about curvy women of just above average height who had a mass of loose, brunette curls, big brown eyes, a frustrating instinct for self-preservation, could soar through the air five feet above the ground with the grace of a gazelle and were cute.

Also, one more thing.

A woman who was able to select adorable, even girlie dresses that she wore like she was in jeans and a tee and it made her a thousand percent fuckable.

“You can borrow whatever you want,” he told her.

His voice was not the usual.

It was lower, rougher, and it made her head jerk his way again.

“Are you okay?”

Outside of needing—very badly—to fuck her in that dress?

Yeah.

He was okay.

Though the need was so strong, and now she was standing by a bed, he was just barely okay.

“Fine, baby, but we got a reservation and it isn’t like we’re flying to my place in Aspen. We can come get anything you forgot whenever we need to do that,” he told her.

“Oh, right,” she replied, her gaze drifting to her bag. It came back to him and she asked, “You have a place in Aspen?”