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He shrugs, and I know this sounds beyond absurd, but out here, he seems bigger, larger than life almost. It could be that Saxon has come home.
“I just imagined this so many times. You, standing on my porch,” he clarifies while I smile.
How can it be that he still manages to take my breath away? “Welcome home.” It appears all his Christmases have come at once as he takes a deep breath. “C’mon then. I want the grand tour.”
Appearing to savor me one last time, he grips the handle of my suitcase before making his way up the stairs. When he reaches the top one, I rise from my perch, coming face to face with the man I love more than life itself.
A giddy bubble of excitement brews within, and I can’t wipe my silly grin clean. He ignores my idiotic antics and reaches for his keys. The moment he slips it into the lock, I bounce from boot to boot. He opens the door with a husky chuckle, and when he does, I stop bobbing, freezing in awe. Peering around the doorjamb, I gasp.
A rainbow of light immediately garners my attention. When I see its source, I can’t help but marvel at its beauty. A stained-glass window creates the burst of color, almost suggesting I’ve followed the rainbow and found my pot of gold.
Saxon enters, his motorcycle boots appearing darker in contrast to the polished wooden floors. He enters the black and brown furnished living room, then walks under the white archway leading into the dining room.
I’m still rooted to the spot, too afraid to cross the threshold because once it’s passed, I may never want to leave. Saxon tosses his keys onto the dining table, unaware I haven’t moved a muscle. Watching him in his natural habitat has me feeling as if I’ve gained unrestricted access to a life I’ve missed.
“Whatcha doing standing in the doorway? You can come in.” His amused voice ends my gawking, and I take another step toward building my future. My boots sound against the flooring, and I wonder if he wants me to take them off. “Hey.” He ambles over, reaching for my hand. “This is as much your house as it is mine.”
He leads me through the house, allowing me to take it all in. The walls are a crisp white. The blue gray trim adds color and a homey feel. The kitchen has two bay windows which open up the small space, converting it into my favorite place in the home. That is, until we reach the main bedroom upstairs.
It’s simple, but everything inside here oozes Saxon. A black duvet covers the queen bed. The lamp on the left-hand bedside table indicates Saxon sleeps on that side. A beautiful painting above the bed catches my eye because the splashes of colors have me wondering what it is exactly. Saxon releases my hand, leaving me to my ogling.
Whirling in a circle, I examine every corner of the room, loving everything I see. The closet looks big enough for my stuff, if it ever gets to that. Golly, talk about getting ahead of myself. I haven’t even been here for five minutes, and I’m already mentally moving in.
The bed looks too welcoming not to, so I squeal, then flop onto the mattress, belly first. The moment Saxon’s signature fragrance hits my nostrils, I know it’ll take some sort of miracle to get me to leave.
“I could get used to that.”
Flipping over, my cheeks flushed, I sit upright and brush the hair from my face. Saxon leans against the doorjamb, arms and ankles crossed, watching me with that feral look in his eye. I pat the spot beside me, wanting nothing more than to roll around this big, empty bed with him.
“I still can’t believe you’re here. In my house. In my bed.” He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I love your house. Your bed.” I run my fingers along the silk, biting my lip. “You.” He growls, pushing off the doorway and pouncing onto the bed. I yelp, falling onto my back from the force.
He’s on top of me, kissing my neck, my cheeks, my nose. “I love you. Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you for inviting me.”
“This is your home too, Lucy. I don’t want you to treat it like mine. Treat it like ours.” His weight is perfect, caressing all the right places, and I shamefully wonder if christening the bed before we take in the sights would be an immoral thing to do.
“It’s so nice. Just us.” I run my fingers through his hair. The husky sound which escapes him does nothing to siphon the fire, but I decide to be a lady and not attack him until after we’ve had lunch.
“It is,” he concurs, nuzzling my neck. All thoughts of eating are put on hold because the only thing I want to eat is eating me. “I have you all to myself, and I have no idea how I’m going to keep my hands to myself.” His lips scorch my flesh, and I scissor my legs, a heat burning low.
“Then don’t.” I passed the point of decency about two minutes ago. He chuckles, kissing over the hollow of my throat before working his way down.
The neckline of my dress isn’t low, but I suddenly wish it was when Saxon tongues over the top of my swelling breasts. He doesn’t give me a chance to suggest removing the offensive garment because he slithers down, his lips and hands following in sweet pursuit.
When he reaches the dip of my belly, I solidify in breathless anticipation. Unable to tear my eyes away, I watch as he brushes his lips back and forth. “I was thinking—” he slips his hands down my sides, coming to a stop when he reaches my hem “—we drop past work so I can grab my truck.” His fingers toy with the lace trim before sliding it up my thighs. “Then I show you the sights Oregon has to offer. How does that sound?”
I moan in response, but it has nothing to do with his suggestion and everything to do with his hands and his hot mouth against the outside of my underwear. His breath is like hellfire, lapping at my center, and if he doesn’t strip me bare, I will scream.
“Lucy?”
Damn him and his smug mouth… he’s so enjoying this.
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply because the air is ripped from my lungs when he shreds the underwear from my body. I squeak, but that soon turns to a low mewl when he places a soft kiss on my ripened core.
Arching my back, I spread my legs, offering myself to him. He seems more than pleased with my submission. With a languish lick, he laps at my entrance while I’m certain I’m about to die. He gently coaxes me to open wider, and when I do, he takes full advantage of the view.
