Deep (Pagano Family #4)(98)
She slid carefully out of the bed and went into the bathroom. They’d never gotten around to playing in here last night. But during her first call of nature trip, she’d noticed a lingerie box on the counter. She hadn’t bothered to open it then, because she’d been in a hurry. Now, though, she opened it and found a gorgeous white silk set, a little spaghetti strap nightie with panties and a sheer robe to match. With a pleased little giggle, she took a minute to wash up and then put it on.
Gorgeous and perfect, as usual. Her man liked to spoil her, and she was getting used to it.
She caught her reflection in the mirror—ooh, her hair was a mess. So she took a few more minutes and made herself presentable for possible seduction endeavors.
But he was still sleeping like the dead. She must have worn him out. Feeling especially pleased about that, she decided to see what this house he was ready to buy was like.
Gorgeous and perfect, as usual. Every room was amazing. Five bedrooms, two of which, including the master suite, had little sitting rooms as well as their own bathrooms. Three and a half other bathrooms. Living room, formal dining room, both huge. Gleaming hardwood floors. A stone fireplace in the living room, and another in the master bedroom. Study. Huge gourmet kitchen with a breakfast nook bumped out into a glass-enclosed bay. Finished cellar with a wet bar—though that would need a remodel before Nick was happy with it. The décor was aggressively Eighties.
She stood in the empty breakfast bay and looked out at the back yard. It was wide and fenced, with three big trees. And a pool—small, but enough. Plenty of room for a garden, too. The view from this window was mostly just blue sky. Thinking about the geographic orientation of the house, Bev knew that if she walked to the back gate and went through, she’d see a steep slope down to the beach below. She went to the back door now and opened it to hear the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore.
He’d found her the perfect house. No, he’d found them the perfect house—and he knew it. But still he’d shown her the respect not to buy it outright, to give her the chance to decide for herself.
She closed the door and hugged herself, feeling so full of love and happiness she thought she might break apart into all her individual molecules.
“What do you think?” Nick’s voice behind her was gruffer than usual, still thick with sleep.
She turned. He was standing across the room, wearing only his boxer briefs. God, he was amazing. And he was hers.
“I think I could be happy living in a cardboard box as long as you were in there with me. But this house is perfect. It’s perfect.”
He grinned at that, looking so pleased and relieved it caught her breath. “I’ll call and get the deal done before we leave. Speaking of which, we should get going. We have a lot to do before our flight tonight.”
She crossed the room and pushed him against the wall behind him. “Not yet.” She kissed his chest, then continued downward, nipping his taut skin as she went. By the time she had her hands in the waistband of his underwear, his cock was hard and huge. She pulled the fabric down slowly, enjoying the bounce and his sharp inhale as he sprang finally free.
“Bella…”
“Hush. Feel.” She grinned up at him, pleased at herself for turning his words of last night back on him. But he wasn’t smiling back. His look was dark and intent, and he brought his hands to her hand and tangled his fingers in her hair.
Kneeling before him, she wrapped her hands around his long, thick, beautiful cock and sucked him deep. She took her time, relishing the way his body began to tremble as he neared his release, the way his balls went hard and his tip swelled against her tongue. When he needed to move, she let him. He was always careful not to go so deep he hurt her. She relaxed her throat and let him thrust, his hands holding her head firmly, his fingers pulling her hair.
He came with a shout and filled her mouth. She swallowed. When he sank boneless to the floor, she turned and settled on his lap.
“I love you, Nick.”
He wrapped her up in his arms and held her like he never wanted to let her go.
oOo
Two weeks before Christmas, Bev was alone in their new home, trying to get everything unpacked so that she could decorate for the holidays. She had a house. At Christmas. Even though they weren’t spending the holiday at their house, she wanted to decorate. But she wasn’t going to make it. Besides the time she was spending at the shop, the unpacking at home seemed infinite. Nick kept taking her shopping. More stuff kept getting delivered. More things to arrange. Though they had no need yet of half the rooms in the house, he seemed to want to fill every one of them, and the furniture they’d had hadn’t taken them far in a house this size.
She’d practically had to throw herself bodily between him and the baby store. She’d gone off the Pill a couple of weeks before the wedding, and he’d been making a concerted effort to get her with child. He wanted to make a nursery. Cute as hell as that was, Bev felt like making a nursery before she was even pregnant would jinx something somewhere. That room was staying empty.
Now, she was sitting on the floor in the living room, trying to figure out a layout for family photos she wanted to arrange on the long wall across from the front windows. They were all Nick’s family. Bev didn’t have a family to speak of. Her mom, she guessed. But she hadn’t even come to the wedding. They hadn’t spoken in more than a year. She definitely didn’t want that dyspeptic sneer hanging in her living room.