“It better be. We’re paying these guys by the hour.”
“Shiiit. Maybe we should’ve bought a bigger place.”
I hooked my finger over the waistband of Solo’s jeans and tugged him toward me so he faced our amazing view instead of the overwhelming pile of stuff we were leaving the movers to deal with. “Look at this place. If you think there’s anything better in the world, you can think again.”
Solo looked over my shoulder, and I knew he was taking in our dream house and the unbelievable views. “We’ve waited two years for this. I wouldn’t care if we moved in with just a mattress and some ramen. It would still be worth every second of living on base to finally get here.”
“And worth every penny we spent on the extension, which you haven’t even seen yet.”
I leaned in to nip at his lower lip and grinned. “Then I guess you should take me upstairs to see our bedroom, Lieutenant Commander Morgan.”
“Mmm, I like the way that sounds coming out of your mouth.” Solo placed a quick kiss on my lips, grabbed my hand, and waved at the movers, who were currently lowering the ramp to start the load-in. “Thanks, guys. Everything’s labeled.”
He didn’t stick around for a response, making a run for the front door so fast that my arm nearly came out of the socket as I was dragged behind him. I lost my grip on his hand as we stepped inside, and he bounded up the stairs to what had originally been a small loft and storage space, but that we’d both agreed when we bought the house would be the perfect master bedroom. Getting the work permit alone had taken over a year, and add in all the time spent building the addition and it had taken much longer than expected, but the timing couldn’t have been better in the end. With my tour schedule with the Blue Angels coming to an end, it meant my weekends were no longer dedicated to air shows around the country. Despite my time with them being a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that had been nothing short of incredible, I was looking forward to sharing more than just four nights a week with Solo.
Here. In our gorgeous dream home in Mesamir. No big deal.
“Close your eyes,” Solo said from the landing, watching me climb up to the top.
“I can’t close my eyes. I’ll trip.”
“Just do it. I’ve got you.”
I stopped moving and did as he said, and a few seconds later Solo’s warm hands wrapped around mine, guiding me slowly up the rest of the way. If he wanted to build anticipation, he had me.
“This is what I get for letting you take over the project,” I said, carefully finding my footing on the steps.
“Letting me? Just when do you think you would’ve found the time to mastermind such a feat?”
“You of all people should know how well I multitask.”
Solo clearly got the sexual innuendo loud and clear, because he let out a tortured moan. “Fuck yes I do, and you’re going to thank me when you open your eyes. You can do that in a whatever form of payment you’d like: on our killer new bed, in the shower, bent over the kitchen island—”
“I get the picture.”
“Not yet you don’t. Okay, you’re on the landing now, but keep your eyes closed. Promise?”
“I promise.”
Solo let go of my hands, and I felt him move in next to me. “Ready? Okay…open them.”
The first thing I noticed was that I was staring straight ahead at the sky, because one entire wall of the bedroom had been turned into glass. The result was stunning, all that blue sky melting into the ocean below us…
“Wow,” I breathed. “This is…” I didn’t have the words, and I hadn’t even seen the rest of it yet.
Solo laughed and reached for my hand. “Speechless, huh? Just wait.”
He led me into the bedroom, and I tried to take it all in, but damn, there was so much to blow my mind that I barely knew where to start. Luckily, Solo was good at picking up on my thoughts and began to point out the new additions.
“We were able to track down the same wooden floors that were used in the rest of the house, which is a good thing, because I know that non-matching shit would’ve eventually driven you crazy.” He pointed to the bed, a massive focal point of crisp white sheets and a million pillows in varying shades of grey. “A California king, perfect for those sexy, long legs of yours.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, ran my hand over the charcoal bedspread neatly tucked in on the lower half, and practically purred. “Oh, babe. You really do love me.”
“More than you could possibly know.”
“I think you’ve done a pretty damn good job of showing it.”
“Yeah? You like it?”
