He nodded.
“Keep going.”
We walked into another room that looked like his office. Rich dark wood covered the walls and ceilings with intricate trim and carvings that gave it such an elegant feel. I was so excited about the walls that I almost missed the small fireplace.
“I love this room,” I whispered.
“Good, then it’s yours. I hate this room. It’s not me, my mother designed it.”
“I’ll take it!” I said with a slight laugh.
We looked at three bedrooms before we made it to the master bedroom.
A king-size bed occupied the large room. It had a white down comforter and two side tables that matched the rustic brown bedframe. A set of French doors were opposite the bed. On one of the doors was a set of bookshelves with an oversized chair, and the other side had a more masculine chair with a reading lamp and more bookshelves. I could totally see myself curled up in the chair reading a book.
Truitt opened the French doors to reveal the back porch. It was a large covered porch that overlooked a swimming pool, the stables, and the most breathtaking view of the Hill Country I’d ever seen.
Truitt told me there was also a media center, a workout room, another room he had envisioned as a playroom if there was ever a need for one, and a game room above the garage.
“I don’t think I should see the bathroom,” I whispered.
“Why not?”
“I won’t ever want to leave.”
He walked up behind me and leaned down to speak into my ear. “I have a huge walk-in shower where I could do all kinds of naughty things to you.”
My knees wobbled, and Truitt turned me around to face him.
“I think we need to break the house in, what do you say?” He motioned to the large king bed.
I stepped back inside, and the moment after he had shut the doors and lowered the blinds, I found myself on the bed, naked, being kissed senseless.
“Truitt,” I gasped as he moved his lips down my neck and took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Yes. Oh, God.”
“I don’t think I can be on top yet,” he whispered against my skin.
When his hot breath hit between my legs, all thought vanished.
“Okay. Just…just…touch me.”
I heard a chuckle and then felt his mouth right where I needed it.
My body arched and I gripped the down comforter, moans and soft cries coming out as Truitt brought me to the most amazing orgasm ever.
The rest of the morning was spent in his bed.
The house was a dream. This was a dream. I soon found myself being woken up by kisses all over my face.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” Truitt said. “We need to get dressed and head into town.”
I rolled over onto my stomach and moaned in protest. “No. I want to stay like this forever. Naked in your bed with your hands on me.”
Truitt chuckled. “Hell, as amazing as that sounds, I don’t think we can do it.”
He kissed along my back and then slapped my bare ass.
“Time to get back to the real world.”
When I rolled over, I looked at him. He had showered, shaved, and gotten dressed in jeans, a long-sleeve shirt that hugged his upper body in the most delicious way, and Lord help me…he had on his cowboy hat.
I swallowed hard, then sat up. There was a small suitcase by the door. I looked at it and then smiled.
“Going slow is for losers,” I whispered as I jumped up and got myself ready.
Saryn
“TONIGHT, SANTA WILL be coming. Are you ready?” I asked as I buttered my toast and took a bit of scrambled eggs.
Liliana nodded in excitement. “Where is Twuitt?”
I smiled. “He’s outside with Granddaddy and Grams.”
“Pwaying?”
“No, pumpkin, he’s helping them with a surprise!”
Her eyes got wide. “For who?”
With the tip of my finger, I tapped her nose. “A surprise for you.”
“For me!” she exclaimed.
The back door opened, and my mother walked in. “Good morning to my two favorite girls!”
Liliana slid out of her chair and rushed over to my mom. “Gwammy!”
“Oh, hello, my sweet baby girl.”
They hugged, and I couldn’t help but feel my chest squeeze. The decision to leave Dallas and come home proved itself right over and over again. Especially when I saw Liliana with my parents. I was glad that Tim’s folks had never showed any interest in Liliana whatsoever. It was their loss as far as I was concerned.
“Okay, sweet pea, go on up to your room and grab Muke, ’cause Grammy is going to take you shopping today and we only have a few hours before Santa comes!”
“Okay!”
The moment Liliana raced upstairs, my mother took my arm.
“Sweetheart, is there something going on with Truitt and his parents? This morning he told me he didn’t think it was a good idea to go over to his folks’ house tonight. He said he didn’t want to interrupt any Christmas Eve plans we had, and I told him it was perfectly fine.”