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No gated community either.
This place looks like a palace at the top of a rise, overlooking the gate in one direction, a golden strip of sand and emerald water in the other.
“Oh my god,” I exclaim loudly, letting the window down, feeling my inhibitions disappear. I want to explore. To see the huge house and the beach.
As long as Michael is with me I feel like I can do anything.
“You like?” he asks, laughing to himself. Glad to see me so happy.
“I...I love it. It’s just… Beautiful,” I gasp, feeling the strange new sensation of the sea breeze against my face as he takes my hand, helping me out of the car that he’s parked halfway up the curved driveway so we can check out the view.
“It sure is,” he comments to himself, not even looking at the view. I can feel his eyes on my profile before he hooks an arm around me, a man who’s nothing but content. “It sure is,” he murmurs again, kissing the top of my head as we stand and watch for a while.
The breeze picks up to a chilly wind, signaling what’s to come as we both notice some dark clouds on the distant horizon.
“How long’s this little path down to the beach?” I gulp, figuring it must be a mile long hike considering how high up we are.
“Do you wanna find out now or shall we freshen up?” he asks, pulling me closer and growling as he nibbles my neck.
“I think you’re fresh enough as it is,” I giggle, but grip his forearms with my hands, not wanting him to stop for a second.
“I’d love a shower and a change of clothes,” I admit, and without any further encouragement, he’s unbuttoning my blouse in silent agreement.
I’m not sure if it’s the sound of the huge gates closing electronically behind us, or his finger finding my thick and rigid nipples that make me jump, shivering with sudden arousal.
“We’re quite alone up here, too,” he explains, kissing my neck tenderly now as his hands trace over me.
“A girl could scream her head off and nobody would hear,” I counter, feeling my happy expression shift to one of need as one of his hands glides between my legs.
“I thought you’d like it,” Michael says in a low voice, guiding me effortlessly towards the huge wooden doors that are the front entrance.
“I love it,” I tell him.
Love everything. Love him. I never want this to end and I know it’s only just begun.
Chapter Eighteen
Michael
The beach house.
More of a mansion, granted.
I’m fully aware of that when we pull up and I can see the look on her face.
She's never been to the beach that’s less than fifty miles away from her home and never been in a place like this either, I’m guessing.
I’d be happy anywhere, as long as it was with Natasha, but this place is fit for my queen for now.
I can’t resist scooping her up at the front door and carrying her inside, spinning slowly so she can have a good look at the foyer and staircase before I give her the guided tour in my arms.
The place hasn’t changed much. Plants have grown in the garden and there’s still a million dollar view from every window.
The marble floor entrance still gleams, and so does the polished woodwork.
It’s classy, but apart from the size, nowhere near as over the top as some of the neighboring properties I looked at years ago.
Why’d I sell the place?
Well. I was here about as much as the present owner, and even though I’m big this place is way bigger.
It gets weird living alone in a huge house all alone. But an empty space like this now, seeing Natasha soaking it in, makes me think about how we could work at filling in the gaps.
Filling big empty rooms with our own family.
“You sure you’re not a beach girl?” I ask, noting her enthusiasm for everything inside as well as outside the house.
“Maybe as a beached whale,” she jokes, making fun of herself and trying to laugh. But I’m not smiling.
It bothers me when she says things like that.
Worries me how she could even think about herself like that let alone say it out loud.
“I was thinking more about the heat in the warmer months,” I continue, ignoring her self-loathing for the moment.
That’ll fall away soon enough. A few days of spoiling is what she needs. Build up her confidence a little more.
“That’s a little further in the future than I was thinking,” she laughs nervously, looking awkwardly away suddenly.
“I want that future,” I remind her, feeling her start to tremble under my touch.
“It doesn’t have to be in this place, on the beach or anything like it. It can be whatever and wherever you want, Natasha,”
She looks down at her feet one I set her down.
