She lets go of my hands so she can hold my face and stare into my eyes. I rest my hands on her hips. “You haven’t been back since?”
“I came earlier this week with Logan. I didn’t want tonight to be the first time I walked through the door. Then I had myassistant, Rylee, redecorate.” My head moves to her forehead, closing my eyes. Processing that I’m standing here ready to walk through that door.
“That makes sense. You looked just as surprised as I was when we walked through the front door.”
I lift my head to look at her. “Yeah, she outdid herself. She’s due for a raise.” I chuckle at myself. I keep saying that, so maybe I need to do it when I’m back in the office next week.
“Get on that!” She smiles at me. It brings my shoulders back, making me stand tall.
She makes me laugh again. “So bossy.”
“You haven’t seen bossy yet.”
“This feels like the last piece of me that I needed to share with you. I love you, and my heart is healing because you’re in it. I’m reclaiming this place with you by my side.”
I take her hand and tug her through the doorway behind me. Flipping the light on, my eyes are wide and I’m speechless—nothing comes out of my mouth. There is a new four-poster bed with crisp white linens and an endless array of pillows.
Who needs that many pillows?
It’s even positioned differently, still able to see out the wall of windows overlooking the water. The matching nightstands with new lamps—simple with white shades. There’s a tall dresser on one wall and another smaller dresser on the far wall. There’s an oversized chaise lounge with a small table for coffee or a book.
The room is drastically different. I don’t feel the tightness in my chest anymore. What I see now is possibility. And we sure as fuck are going to christen this bed at some point tonight.
Kendall walks forward, leaving my hand behind. Her flowing red hair flows behind her as she walks through the room.
“This is magnificent.” She walks over to the chaise and slides herself onto it. “One word—comfortable. Come sit with me,” she says, patting her hand.
I step back and shut off the lights. Then, I make my way through the dark to climb onto the chaise with her. The darkness allows us to stargaze from the chaise. Not as good as being on the porch of the hut, but we haven’t even gotten that far on our tour yet.
This chaise is huge; if I can fit with Kendall by my side, it’s monstrous and feels plush. I drape my arm around her, and she leans back onto me.
“The view of the lake in the morning is breathtaking,” I say to her just before my lips kiss her cheek.
“I’d like to see that.” She snuggles up close to me with her head resting on my shoulder.
“We will today and every day,” I promise her.
She turns and places her hand on my face. “I love you.” Her lips meet mine, and she flings her leg over me, straddling me.
If we stay here, there’s no way we'll make it outside. The sky is clear, and all the stars shine brightly. I kiss her back. Light kisses, no tongue, sensual. Regardless, my dick is ready, per usual. She grinds her pussy down onto it.
I take both of her arms in my hands and pull her slightly away. “We have a couple of choices. We could walk down to the water and see the hut, or we can stay right here.”
She leans back even further. “The hut?”
“Yeah, there’s a hut I had built by the water. Like a tiny house with a porch and we could watch the stars down there…Or we could stay right here and continue kissing and see where it leads us.” I kiss her neck.
“Now I’m intrigued. A hut? I have to see this.” She slides off and grabs my hands, yanking me to my feet. As strong as she is, I don’t budge.
I tug her toward me and say, “A kiss before we head down.” And the kiss isn’t rushed. We linger on each other’s lips.
“Okay, let’s check out this hut.” She’s bouncing on her toes. I’m proud of the design; it’s everything I wanted in a waterfront hut.
With fingers interlaced, we walk through the house and out to the yard. We are both barefoot; the grass under our feet is lush. Kendall stops in the middle of the yard.
“Sweetheart…”
She covers my mouth with her finger. “This yard is private. We could do some…things on this grass and no one would see us.” Brushing her toes into it, “It’s cozy…but they’d definitely hear me.” She proudly moves through the rest of the yard and then bolts for the front door.
