Page 36 of To Teleport, or Not to Teleport?
“I wish I could bottle this scent,” he said, dipping his face to my neck.
My cheeks flushed, and before I could retort, he stopped in front of a bedroom I hadn’t been inside.
“My original plan was to remodel all of the rooms into bedrooms. While that’s still the plan for the others, I wanted to do something special with this one. I know you’re still warming up to the idea of us, and there are a lot of factors in the air, but I call this one your room.”
My lips parted in surprise, and he pressed a finger against them.
“Don’t say anything until you’ve seen it, deal?”
I nodded, blood rushing through my ears as both nerves and excitement bubbled inside me. I had no idea what was behind the door, but seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, I knew he’d put a lot of work into whatever it was.
Raising his index finger, he slipped inside the room and returned within a minute. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
He covered my eyes with his large hands and slowly guided me inside the room. I could hear running water from somewhere in front of me and to my left. Soft melodic tunes played quietly all around me.
My eyes adjusted to the soft lighting when he lowered his hands. In one corner of the room was a wide plush seat and an ottoman in a beautiful cream color. The fabric looked soft, inviting me to sit for a while. In the center of the room was a coffee table—no, a wooden farmhouse chest, stained black on top and painted white on the bottom. A faux fur area rug lay beneath it.
Following the sound of water, I spotted a beautiful metal fountain. From both sides of the base, beautiful cat palms rose. “Is that catnip?” I asked, noting the familiar smaller plant in front of the palms.
“Yes.”
Turning to my right, I noted varying shapes built onto the walls behind the comfortable chair. Mostly empty bookshelves lined the wall immediately to my right. In the center of one, I recognized the author’s name and moved closer to the series set.
“They’re special editions.”
“Iknow that, but how did you?” I asked, raising my fingers to touch the intricate cover but deciding against it.
Grayson picked it up and set it in my hands. “They’re yours. Touch them. Read them. Enjoy them.”
Hugging the book to my chest, I breathed it in and spun in a circle. “What is this room, Grayson?”
“I made it for you. I’m hoping you spend more time over here, and I wanted to create a space you could relax in.” He lifted the corner of the coffee table and revealed a stack of comfortable blankets inside.
I placed the book on the shelf, closed the distance to the coffee table, and lifted a blanket to my face. It smelled like it had been freshly washed, and a vision of Grayson worrying over each detail in the room flooded my mind.
“What if she doesn’t like it?” Kaleb asked as he lowered the drill.
“Then I’ll change it until she loves it.”
Dropping the blanket, I jumped into Grayson’s arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and cupped his face. “I love it.”
It was my turn to pour every bit of passion I had for him into a kiss. I tasted him, memorizing his very essence and enjoying his touch as his fingers roamed my curves. When I felt his thick length hardening under me, my hips moved, seeking out the pleasure I hoped he’d give me.
Grayson cradled my butt in his hands and walked across the room. He pinned me against the wall and slipped a calloused hand under the hem of my shirt. He explored the skin of my belly and side before traveling up and cupping a breast.
“Aileen,” he groaned into my mouth.
Moaning, I ground down on him, wanting to alleviate the need burning between my thighs.
“Baby, we don’t have—”
“Take me to bed,” I said against his lips, then muttered under my breath, “Release us from the barriers that confine us.”
Our clothes disappeared, and Grayson’s chuckle melted into a growl at the feel of us flesh to flesh. “Fucking witches…”
“Yes, fuck this witch.”
