“A lot of families do.”
“It’s particularly fun when Ma is in here cooking up a storm, and we all sit at the island and pester her. She smiles the whole time. She doesn’t really mind.”
“Of course, she doesn’t. I really like your parents.”
He grins and then takes my hand, showing me the butler’s pantry, which just happens to be stocked full of my favorite snacks.
“How did this happen?” I gape up at him in shock.
“We have caretakers, and I put a call in.” He kisses the top of my head before showing me the hot tub outside, which I hope we put to good use later. He then shows me the beautiful bedrooms—both upstairs and down—a small gym, and a media room.
“There is literally everything you could possibly need up here.”
“That was the goal, to be able to escape for a few days with all the comforts of home.”
“When you said cabin, I thought it would be a bit more rustic.”
“That’s funny because Lexi had the same response when Shawn first brought her up here. She was convinced they’d be roughing it for a few days.”
“I wouldn’t mind that,” I admit.
“Really?”
“I loved summer camp when I was a kid. My favorite nights were the ones when we’d sleep in tents. I like to hike and fish and do all the outdoorsy things.”
His hands are on his hips as he stares at me in what looks like shock.
“You don’t strike me as the outdoorsy type.”
“Why? Because I also like makeup and pretty clothes? I can be a girly-girl and still enjoy a good hike. I just don’t get to do it often because my parents thought it was barbaric. They said if I wanted to spend some time outside, they’d send me to a spa where I could sit by the pool.”
“It seems to me they just don’t understand you at all, love.”
I look up at him in surprise. “I guess I never thought of it like that, but you’re right. They don’t understand me. And I don’t think they ever have, honestly.”
“Well, we’re going to have plenty of time to hike, and if you’d like to fish, we can go over to Shawn’s property nearby and fish on his lake. What do you want to do first?”
I tap my chin and look around the big house, and then I grin up at this sexy, sweet man.
“You. I want to do you first.”
Keegan’s green eyes darken, and the next thing I know, he slings me over his shoulder and smacks my ass as he stomps up the stairs to the bedroom we chose as ours for the next few days.
“This is quite caveman of you, you know.”
“They would have dragged you by your hair, I’m carrying you.”
I giggle and pat his ass in delight before he tosses me onto the soft, luxurious bed.
“Shawn and Maeve did a good job in these bedrooms. The bed is to die for.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, lass.”
Keegan’s still sleeping when I slip out of bed and walk into the en suite bathroom. We never left the house to enjoy the great outdoors last night. We spent the whole time in bed, making love and talking. Laughing. Then we raided the kitchen for sustenance before starting all over again.
It’s the most fun I’ve ever had with a man in my whole life.
Is it sad that I’m on the downslope to thirty and didn’t know that being with a man could be so fun? So good for me?
I turn on the spray in the walk-in shower that’s big enough for a party of four, and as it heats up, I comb out my hair and gather my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, finally stepping inside the delectable spray.
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.”