Page 70 of Her Elusive Cowboy Billionaire
Meri wrapped his arms around his neck.“You know how to appeal to a woman, and I don’t just mean your hot body.”
He waggled his eyebrows.“You think I’m hot, huh?”
“Oh, yes.Very.I love the way you smell.The way you look at me.I know every woman we see will be green with envy.”
“Every man will feel the same.”
“I don’t know.”She put an index finger to her chin.“I think you’ll appeal only to the gay men.”
He laughed.“About you, ornery.The men will envy me because I have you.”
“That’s a nice thing to say, but I don’t believe that.Men haven’t exactly been pounding my door down to get to know me or even take me to dinner.You’ve done both.”
“Then I’m the lucky one.They obviously haven’t got good taste.”
She laughed and pulled out of his arms.“Show me this last bedroom.”
He opened the door.
The room was massive, even larger than her bedroom in the loft.It had a sitting area separated from the bedroom by a half wall.A cream-colored material covered the sofa and went well with the light tan walls and white ceiling.A repeating mountain range stencil adorned the top of the wall next to the ceiling.
Someone had folded a crocheted Afghan on the end of the sofa.She immediately fell in love with it, as it was of a Native American design.
The bed featured a king-sized mattress and a carved wooden frame with a mountain scene on both the head and footboards.
The two nightstands, the bureau, and chest of drawers, all matched the dark wood of the bedframe.
Chase kept his an arm around her waist.“Do you like it?You can change it, if you want.”
“I think it’s beautiful.”She turned and put an arm around his waist and the other hand on his chest.“All the rooms are beautiful and I probably won’t change what’s there, but I might add to it.I’d like to put murals on the walls…after we have children and know what variety of human they are.”
He laughed.“I’ve never heard it put quite that way when talking about babies.”
“All these odd and old sayings I got from my grandparents.Grandma told me the old sayings and Grandpa told me the risqué ones that he thought Grandma didn’t know.But she did.She said I shouldn’t believe a word of what theold fartsaid.”
He smiled.“Your grandparents sound like quite the pair.”
“They were.And they were perfect for each other.They were married for fifty-six years before Grandpa died.”
“That’s a long time.Think we’ll make it that long?”
She leaned against him and cupped his jaw.“Without a doubt.You and I will see our kids and grandkids grow up.We might even see a couple of great-grandkids before we go.”
He bent forward.“I like the way you think,” he whispered just before their lips met.
And then he was kissing her.Her mind and heart were full of him: his smell, his touch, his taste, his feel.
She sank into him and let him take her where he would.She’d follow him wherever he wanted her to go.When had he become her everything?When had he become her reason for living and breathing?
