I’m no stranger to beautiful homes. My parents are wealthy, and their home is full of grandeur, bordering on pompous. Obnoxious, even. They’re all about showing off their wealth, rather than using it for comfort.
That’s not what this house is. Yes, it’s absolutely beautiful, with all of the finest furnishings money can buy. But it’s all been done so the family is comfortable. While absolutely lovely, I’m not afraid to live here. To put my feet on an ottoman or hop up onto the kitchen counter and watch as Keegan whips up an omelet. This home was designed with enjoyment in mind.
I’ve been here for less than twenty-four hours, and I’m more comfortable than I ever was in the many years I lived with my parents.
And I know, deep down, that if I’d married Troy, the same would have been true there. He intended to build a monstrosity of a house to show off to others, not for our comfort.
That would have sucked.
I just finished rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when I feel Keegan join me. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses the side of my neck.
“Good morning,” he growls.
“Good morning.” I feel him pressed against my back, already hard and ready to go.
Or maybe it’s just morning, and he’s simply hard.
“You left me.”
I laugh and turn in his arms. His eyes are still heavy with sleep. “I woke up and found I needed a hot shower to soothe my muscles after yesterday’s sexcapades.”
“We can sit in the hot tub for that.”
“We tried that last night, and it only led to more sexcapades.”
He laughs and reaches for the soap. “You didn’t seem to mind.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not complaining.” He lathers up his hands and gets to work running them all over my body, starting with my shoulders. In the past, I would have been mortified at the thought of standing naked in front of a man in the shower.
But not with Keegan. He’s made it perfectly clear that he loves my body, from my bigger-than-I’d-prefer breasts to my curvy hips and thighs that have a touch of cellulite. None of it bothers him at all. In fact, when he touches me, it’s as if he worships me.
And it almost gives me a high.
Every woman should be treated this way.
Maybe I should take out an ad somewhere to let the others know.
I smirk when his thumb brushes over my nipple, making him raise a brow.
“Is that funny, lass?”
I press my lips together and shake my head. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“And what’s on your mind?”
“It’s dumb. Please continue.”
He kisses my forehead as his hands travel down my belly and over my thighs.
Nothing about this is funny. It’s sexy as hell.
And yet, I still have the giggles from a second ago. I hold my breath, trying to keep it in.
But I can’t.
I snort just as his fingers glide down my ass crack.
“Not the reaction I expected.”
“I’m sorry.” I tip my forehead to his chest and give in to the giggles. “I was just thinking—”
But I can’t continue as laughter bubbles out of me. It’s not even that funny. But this is one of those moments in life when the stupid giggles set in, and they won’t stop. You just have to ride the wave until they subside.
When I pull back, I see Keegan grinning down at me. He rinses his hands free of soap and wipes the tears off my cheeks.
“I need to be let in on the joke.”
“It’s so dumb.” I take a deep breath and then giggle again when I hiccup. “I’m embarrassed to tell you now because it’s not funny, and you’ll be let down.”
He patiently rinses the soap off my body. The man makes me swoon.
When I’m clean, he shuts off the water and reaches for the towels.
“I’m sorry, I ruined the mood.”
He turns to me quickly and pulls me into his arms. “You didn’t ruin anything at all. We’re having fun together, and that’s all that matters. We can christen the shower later.”
“You’re a good man, you know that, right?”
“I do okay.” He winks and wraps me in the towel. “Tell me what made you laugh. If you say it was my attempt at seduction, you’ll wound me deeply.”
I let out a snort laugh. “No. It definitely wasn’t that. I was just thinking that before I knew you, I didn’t know that being with a man could be so fun and easy and good for me. And that I should probably take out an ad somewhere to tell others.”
“Others?”
“Yeah. You know, other women who have put up with less-than-stellar men because they think that’s as good as it gets. Someone needs to clue them in that it can be so much better.”
“That isn’t a bad idea,” he says as he slips his T-shirt over his head and tosses me the clothes I brought with me into the bathroom. “What every woman in an average relationship needs to know.”