“Baby, I plan to do that in about ten minutes, first let me show you what else we did.”
I pout, lip jutting out, and he chuckles.
We walk toward the other end of the house and I’m seriously impressed. I can’t imagine how they got all the dolls out, let alone had time to scrub, paint, and refinish the trim. There’s a set of double doors with glass planes. Derek pushes them open, his arm extended for me to enter.
“What is this room?”
He walks to the corner and turns the lamp on.
Then, I don’t have to ask.
I don’t breathe.
I don’t move for fear that this will all disappear.
In this room that overlooks the huge oak tree is an easel with a blank canvas in it.
“It’s where you can paint when you come home—to me.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Derek
Present
I wait for a reaction, not sure if this was one step too far, but Everly seemed to think it was a great idea.
Come to think of it, the fact that I listened to her is not exactly the smartest thing I’ve done.
Teagan stands there, looking at the easel, and I move so I’m behind her, inhaling her lavender scent and she leans back, just enough so I can feel her. “Is it the wrong easel?”
“No.”
“Is it too much?”
She turns her head, staring at me from over her shoulder. “Yes, but not because of what you think. It’s too much because I can’t do this. I can’t leave you now…I can’t…”
This wasn’t meant to keep her, this was meant to show her that if she flies, she can always come back. This is her home. This is where she belongs, but I never want to tie her down.
Teagan has to do this, and I’m proud of her for taking the risk, even if it means we have to be apart for a while.
I walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her, because in a few hours, I won’t be able to. I don’t know how I survived without her before, but I’m going to have to find a way again.
“No,” I tell her. “You’re going because that’s what you need to do for yourself.”
“What about us?”
“Baby,” I say, looking down into her gorgeous green eyes. “We’re not going anywhere.”
Her hands move up my chest and then around my neck. “Make love to me.”
“Oh, I plan to, but I want to show you one more thing.”
She smiles, her lashes fluttering up and down, making me want her more than anything. I take her hand, leading her upstairs.
I can’t show her too much because though we may have cleared the downstairs of the freaky dolls, I couldn’t get rid of them until next week, so they’re all in one room and I’m talking floor-to-ceiling amounts of these damn dolls.
“I knew this house was special,” she says as she touches the banister.
“Which is why I bought it.”
She sighs. “Yes, you bought my dream house.”
When we make it to what will be the master bedroom, I stop. “I bought our home, Teagan. When I stood here with you that day, I knew that this was going to be ours. I know we have things to work out and I’m not trying to push you.” I tell her so she knows, I can be patient.
“You have no idea how much I want that.”
“Good.” I lean down and kiss her lips.
Then, I open the door for my last surprise. I wanted us to spend the first night here. I worked all day to get the downstairs done with Everly, but came back to do this.
“Derek.” She says my name softly.
I laid out a bunch of blankets, like we would on the beach, and surrounded it with candles.
“Now,” I say as I pull her to the makeshift bed. “I plan to make love to you.”
Teagan grips the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. “I’m hoping you have big plans.”
I smirk as I pull my shirt off. “You’re damn right I do.”
She takes a step closer, removing her pants as she keeps her eyes on me. “I like a man with a plan.”
I move closer, mimicking her movement. “I’m glad.”
She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra. “And what are your plans, love?”
“Well, you’ve already taken care of step one by removing most of your clothes.”
Teagan’s eyes fill with mischief. “I like to think ahead.”
When her bra falls to the floor I fight back a groan. She’s perfect. Everything about her is desirable. My plan is to love her as much as I can. I want to give her every damn reason to get back on a plane and come home to me.
“I’m grateful for it.”
She pulls her underwear down, so agonizingly slowly that I can’t do anything but watch. I stand here like a man in desperate need of water and she’s the river in front of me. I’m thirsty for her and I can’t wait to drink until I can’t anymore.
“Derek?” She calls my name after a few moments of me staring.
“Hmm?”
“What’s next?”
Next is taking that drink.
I move toward her, my hand tangles into her long blond hair, holding her head right where I want it. I kiss her, pour every damn emotion I’m feeling into her. All my love, hope, desire for the future. Our future.
Teagan’s hands roam my body as I continue to give her everything. She reaches her hand between us, gripping my dick, and I moan. Everything feels so good with her.
I bring my lips down the column of her neck, loving that she tilts her head to the side to give me better access. “You’re perfect, do you know that?”
“No, I’m not.”
I bring my hands down slowly, grazing her soft skin. “You’re perfect for me, baby. Everything about you makes me want you.”
Her eyes close and her head falls back. I pull her down to the blankets so I can adequately love
