Page 54 of Save a Wish

“That is one thing about Hartley’s Nest,” I said. “There are always people and animals around to interact with.”

“Right now,” Sadie said as she rose to standing, sudsy drops chasing each other down her perfect body, “there’s only one person I want to interact with.” She unplugged the tub drain then extended a hand toward me.

I took her hand and stood as well, loving how Sadie’s pupils widened as she looked at me. “There are towels on that rack there.” I pointed toward the faucet end of the tub.

Sadie reached for a towel. “Oh, it’s warm!”

“Greenridge in autumn is chilly and winter is freezing.” I took the towel she handed me. “A towel warmer is essential so you don’t end up with a dicksicle.”

The laugh that bubbled out of Sadie was adorable. “Dicksicle!” She then gestured to her amazing breasts. “And titsicles?”

“Yes. Titsicles too.” I wrapped the warm towel around my waist then stepped out of the tub, offering my hand to Sadie to help her out as well.

She secured her towel like a strapless dress around her then took my hand and joined me on the fluffy rug in front of the tub.

I grabbed another towel and gently squeezed excess water from her hair, which she quickly worked back into a braid instead of drying. I was about to grab underwear for me and a T-shirt for Sadie, but she stepped over the mud and our dirty clothes on the floor and walked over to the bathroom door.

“Let’s try out your bedroom,” she said. “Then we can come back and clean this up together.” She gestured to the mess.

Pre-Sadie, I would have made cleaning that bathroom my top priority. It really was a complete disaster. The room had never been in such disarray. I also had a fun little wet vacuum that made things spotless in a jiffy. It was one of my favorite gadgets.

But with Sadie here, the temptation to be with her was greater than anything else. Someone could have paraded in here and offered me groundbreaking new gizmos that weren’t on the market yet and I would have told them to take a hike. All my attention was focused on this woman. This woman who had dropped her towel to the floor as she walked out of the bathroom.

I scrambled after her, allowing my towel to hit the hardwood as well.

Sadie found my bedroom and by the time I caught up to her, she’d already pulled aside the comforter, blanket, and sheet and was lying naked on my bed. The arch of one eyebrow told me a vixen was taking charge now.

“I like this room too,” she said. “You have a nice eye for decorating.” She waved a hand at the painting of deer in a wooded, winter scene at twilight. “The browns, blues, and whites in that painting are well-reflected in your choice of bedding and furniture.”

“Vanessa made the artwork,” I said, “and I did consciously choose the rest of the stuff in this room based off that painting.” I focused on her. “I realize now, however, that this room was always missing something.” I gestured to her and she rewarded me with a huge smile.

She then pressed her hand into the mattress. “What did you call this softness?”

“Memory foam.” I climbed onto the bed, draping myself over her when she rolled to her back in invitation.

She looped her arms around me. “Let’s make some memories then.”

Chapter Nineteen

Sadie

The beds in the palace had been made of the finest materials in Verdalach. Or so I had always believed. This memory foam, however, molded to my body, supporting every part of me, and when I awoke the next morning, I felt magnificent.

Of course, that feeling may have been caused by the incredibly sexy and kind man still slumbering beside me on that memory foam.

Spending the night with Beckett had clearly illustrated that some men knew how to treat a woman. He’d pleasured me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. Ways Cian had never attempted, most likely because Cian was a selfish, dominating, bridge goblin that only thought of himself.

But Beckett? Oh, sweet Beckett. He’d shown me what lovemaking was supposed to be and I was hooked. On him. On what we’d done together. On snuggling against his warm, solid body under the blankets.

On memory foam.

I longed to gush all about Beckett and our wonderful night together to Orla. She’d squeal with delight over how I was living in a romance novel right now.

“Are you hungry?” Beckett asked, his voice morning raspy and plucking chords deep inside me.

I turned to face him more and the sliver of golden sunlight streaming into his bedroom from the window lit him in a way that made me feel as if he’d been sent to me directly from Heaven.

“Hungry for what exactly?” I ran my fingertips along his chest, traveling down, down, down until I reached his arousal.