At any other time I’d be impressed with the waterfall that cascades from natural stone, creating an ambient sound that echoes off the walls.
I’m barely aware of the steam rising in lazy curls, and the scent of pool treatment mixes with mineral tones from the rock.
“I had no idea this was down here. It’s really special.” She whispers, but the sound caries all around me.
“Yeah.” I swallow about five times, trying to get my heart to ease off of my jugular.
“There's a hot tub behind the waterfall.” I finally say. “Gym's through there. There’s also a shooting range. Workshop in the sub-basement if you need to fix anything or?—”
I’m yammering.
“Next up, the bedrooms?” She asks, turning to look at me with raised brows.
“Something like that.” I mutter under my breath,keep your shit together, man.
She walks alongside me, smiling, humming. For God’s sake, she’s fucking sweet, and adorable. And my ruin.
I need a way out of doing bedroom tours because I do not belong within fifty feet of a bed when she’s nearby.
But here we are.
The bedroom wing branches off the main level. Eight doors, four on each side in this wing.
Liberty opens the first door.
The room beyond is stunning. King bed with slate-gray bedding. Sitting area near the carved stone wall with veins of shimmering crystal running through it.
Everything’s decorated for Christmas. This room has a snowy pinecone theme.
There’s an Olympic-size en-suite bathroom visible through an open door, complete with giant soaking tub and glass-enclosed shower.
“This is so magical, I can’t believe Marshall and his partner bought this resort.”
“The whole place is plush.” I back toward the door. “I should…uh. Wait out here.”
“Spence, hey, wait.” She turns to face me, her fingers pressed against her thighs. “If you’re leaving because you’re worried that I don’t feel safe in a bedroom with you, please don’t think that.”
Stiffly, I take another step back.
“I know I'm safe with you,” she says quietly, watching me with a studious gaze.
I nod, my neck muscles clenching as I do. “Good. Let’s get going; we have a lot of rooms to cover, and we’ve got a fuckton of food to eat. There’s a whole section of food in the fridge labeled for tonight.”
She smiles, shaking her head. “Are you one of those guys who are constantly thinking about what they’re going to eat and when?”
Heat erupts at the tips of my ears. I choke out, “Busted.”
But she doesn’t know that right now; she’s the only meal I want, and that damned king-sized bed is a siren’s song.
Or maybe she does. That grin on her maddeningly sexy lips turns sly. “Lead the way, Boss.”
We go room-to-room. Agony. Every single beautiful bedroom drives another hot stake into my groin.
My dick is throbbing in time with my headache as she talks about the furnishings. The beds. The plush towels. And I don’t really hear any of it.
“Uh-huh.” I reply to something as my mouth does this weird salivating thing it’s been doing for the last ten minutes.
I’m about to come unglued when she leans against the wall in the hallway. “Okay, you were right. It’s a lot of ground to cover. I’m tired. Or maybe it’s the liquor.”
