Easy Melody(9)

We walk into a wide foyer with a double staircase on either side. The floors are dark walnut and polished.

He’s already redone the floors down here, and he’s done them perfectly.

“I sanded and varnished the floors myself,” he says proudly.

“Original?” I ask as I follow him through to a beautiful living area with a fireplace almost as tall as I am.

“Yes, or most of it. Some boards here and there had to be replaced, but I had them matched to the original.”

“This mantle is gorgeous,” I breathe, running my hand over the smooth marble.

“It’s original. I was shocked that it wasn’t cracked or broken.”

I nod and follow behind as he leads me into a library, turning on lights as we go. As with the other rooms, the ceilings are high and bookcases rise from floor to ceiling, all covered with white sheets.

“I haven’t done anything in here yet,” he admits.

“Are there books on those shelves?”

“Yes.” He turns to me and grins. “Also original.”

I gasp. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, the bookcases were full when I bought the place. It had stood empty for about ten years, the former owners had died, and no one wanted them, so they were left here.”

God, I want to get my hands on this place. I can picture the furniture, the molding, the rugs I’d place in here.

Next, he leads me through an empty formal living room with horrid, peeling wallpaper, to a brand new state of the art kitchen.

“You didn’t go crazy in here,” I sigh in relief.

“No. I wanted all of the modern comforts, but I wanted it to blend with the style.”

I can’t help it. I grip his shirt in my fists and pull him in for a long, deep, thorough kiss. My lips explore every inch of his, biting, licking, and when I pull away, his eyes are glassy. He licks his lips, still tasting me on them I’m sure, and grins.

“What was that for?”

“This is all very sexy,” I reply truthfully.

“Wait till you see me in a tool belt, darlin’.”

I. Can’t. Even.

I take a deep breath and have to turn away from him, wander around the kitchen, exploring the double ovens and hidden pantry. The cabinets are white, the countertops light grey granite, and the walls are painted one shade darker than the counters.

I could cook some amazing meals in here.

“This space used to be much smaller,” he says as he watches me wander around. “I knocked out the wall that led to the butler’s pantry and made the kitchen bigger.”

“No butler?” I ask with a smirk.

He simply shakes his head slowly no, his arms folded over his chest, his legs spread, standing tall and sturdy.

I’m not leaving here tonight. And I don’t care if it’s a first date. I want him.

God, I want him. But he doesn’t need to know that quite yet.

“What else is down here?”

“A guest room and bathroom that I haven’t touched yet,” he says as he leads me to them, and I can just picture the room in my head when it’s finished. Widen the window, add a stand-up shower where a broken claw foot tub was.

It’s simply amazing.

Next, he leads me upstairs.

“How many bedrooms are up here?” I ask as I watch his ass, not two feet away from my face, and it suddenly occurs to me that this was his view the other night when I led him up to the roof at the bar.

Thank God I was wearing the shorts that show off my ass nicely.

“Six,” he replies. “Four bathrooms. But I’m going to make it four bedrooms. The master is small, with no closet to speak of, so I’m going to open it up to the bedrooms on either side of it, add a closet and make the bathroom bigger.”

I’m moving ahead of him now, opening doors, exploring the second floor like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Is there a third floor?”

“It’s attic space, or was.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I was thinking theater room and game room.”

I grin, nodding. “That would be so great.”

“You approve?”

“I do. Not that it’s mine to approve of, but yes, I love it. What’s in the room behind you?”

“My room,” he says simply, then cradles my face in his hands and looks me dead in the eyes. “And if we go in there, we’re not coming out until morning.”

Thank God.

“What if I get thirsty?” I whisper, watching his lips as they quirk up into a half smile.

“Unless you’re thirsty,” he amends. “Callie, I want you in my bed, naked and moaning beneath me, but I’m not one for rushing things.”

Hearing those words, in that growly sexy voice of his, has my panties soaked.

If I wore panties. Which I don’t.

“I don’t feel rushed,” I reply and push my hands under his shirt. His skin is smooth and warm under my fingers, and all I can think is, give me more.

“I didn’t bring condoms,” I whisper.

“I have that covered,” he whispers back.

He brushes his fingertips down my face, then he pushes his fingers into my hair at the back of my head and tips his forehead against mine. “I’m going to f*ck you like no one else ever has.”