Page 126 of Crazy In Love
The gray velvet sectional couch made a U shape, with cream pillows and an oversized throw to curl up with. A beautiful lush cream area rug complemented the rustic wood floors just right, as did the lamps and a tall faux olive tree in the corner of the room. Two antique bookcases balanced out the space on each side of the fireplace, holding memorabilia from his travels as well as books and candles—all evidence of a life full of adventures and memories. Dramatic ivory-colored velvet curtain panels that had been custom-made for the tall windows hung on the sides of each pane, looking out toward the river. I’d placed family photos on the end tables, and the room now looked like the heart of the home when you stepped in here.
He hadn’t said a word. My stomach continued to twist, and I looked up at him as he carefully scanned the space.
“I had no idea it could be like this,” he said, his deep voice finally breaking through the silence.
“Like what?” I asked.
“That it could still feel like me but also feel like a home.”
That was the best compliment he could have given me, because it had been his biggest concern. That it would feel like someone else’s home.
I led him to the kitchen, where we’d added a much larger table, two grand chandeliers over his kitchen island, and some antique corbels to match the custom hood that I’d had built to go over his range. The additions changed the entire look of the room. I’d added Roman shades in a simple classic linen to the French doors leading out to the backyard.
We moved from space to space, with a similar vibe in each room. The addition of window treatments, none of which took away from the stunning views, added an organic warmth. Antique chandeliers in each room brought some much-needed character, along with the wood beams that I’d had custom-made from a region in southern France.
His home told a story now. One that made his love of art and history known.
One that shared his travels and his adventures.
I’d removed the cold slate floors from the powder room, replacing them with an antique French limestone, along with a new black vanity and beautiful light fixtures and sconces to complement the space.
We walked from room to room.
He was quiet as he took it all in.
We ended in his bedroom, where I’d added the same detail that I’d added in the other spaces. A warm area rug, window panels beside the large windows, new lighting and woodwork, and beams on the ceiling. I knew he loved his bedding, so I’d added a throw blanket and some pillows to complement the space.
He sat down on the bed and studied me. “You are so fucking talented, angel. I’m blown away. Your talents are being wasted here in Rosewood River.”
I knew it was a compliment, but it also caught me off guard.
“There are plenty of people who need their homes decorated here in town.” I smiled as I moved forward, stepping between his legs.
His large hands wrapped around my hips. “It’s better than I ever imagined, and I’m a picky bastard. I was actually worried that I wouldn’t like it, and I didn’t want to have to tell you that. But this, this is—it’s fucking mind-blowing.”
“Really? You’re picky?” I asked, making no attempt to hide my sarcasm.
He chuckled with a nod. “Everything about you is unexpected.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. He looked tired.
“Everything aboutyouis unexpected.” I tipped my head down and kissed him.
“I need you right now.” He found the hem of my skirt and lifted it to puddle around my waist.
I nodded while he unbuttoned his dress pants and shoved them down his legs as I moved forward, straddling him. He tore my panties right from the side of my hip, the lace falling to the floor, before he settled me just above the tip of his dick.
My hands were on each of his cheeks as I slid down, taking him in inch by glorious inch. My head fell back as he filled me.
He tugged my sweater up over my head before unbuckling my bra and tossing both items on the floor. His lips came over my hard peaks, licking and sucking each breast, giving them equal attention as I moved up and down his thick erection, slowly at first.
His fingers grazed along the back of my neck in the most soothing way.
He pulled back, tipping his head up to look at me. His hand moved to the side of my neck, his thumb gliding across my bottom lip.
“You’re so beautiful, angel. You take my breath away.” His words were filled with emotion, and it took me by surprise.
I continued moving, and he watched me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
