Page 60 of Forever Enough

“I can see why you would love this place so much. It’s beautiful.”

“Come see the bathroom. It’s the only thing I had added on to the cabin.”

When I stepped inside, I nearly gasped. Everything in the entire cabin had an antique feel, except for the upstairs bathroom. It looked like we had stepped into a fancy spa you’d find in Aspen or some ski resort town. The only old thing about it was the vintage claw-foot tub, and it had been painted a beautiful light blue.

“Oh my goodness, this bathroom is amazing.”

Bradly walked in, and I swore his chest puffed up.

I stepped farther into the room and let my gaze take it all in. The floor was covered in black hexagon-pattern tiles. The double sinks were on a floating cabinet made from a beautiful wood that was stained black. The large walk-in shower was next to the tub, enclosed by glass with a black border. The white subway tiles had a black grout, and tied everything together beautifully. The towels that hung up on the rack, which also looked to be heated, were the same color blue as the bathtub.

“I want to live in this bathroom.”

“It’s pretty nice, isn’t it? I had them put in heated floors. The towel rack is heated also, but it’s all turned off right now.”

Spinning around in a circle, I laughed. “Nice? Nice doesn’t even begin to describe it. It’s stunning. Makes you feel like you’re in a fancy spa somewhere.”

“That’s the feeling I was going for.”

“Is that an antique tub?”

Bradly walked over to it and grinned. “No. I wanted a large tub that I could soak in. The antique ones are rather small.”

“It’s big enough for two people.”

I felt him come up behind me, and I melted into his body when he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Should we test it out?”

Turning in his arms, I looked up at him in mock surprise. “Are you suggesting we bathe together?”

“Scandalous, I know.”

“Well, I did say you were a scoundrel and all.”

His dark eyes turned impossibly darker. “Let me show you how much of a scoundrel I can be.”

Chapter Twelve

BRADLY

I watched as Mackenzie took a step back and pulled her long-sleeve shirt over her head. My knees nearly buckled out from under me when I took in the black bra that had her breasts pushed up in the most delicious way.

She smelled of vanilla and lavender, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she would taste the same. My mouth watered at the idea of finding out.

“Your turn,” she said softly as she motioned to my shirt.

Reaching behind me, I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor. “Back to you now.”

She chewed nervously on her lower lip as she unbuttoned her riding pants. She paused and then reached down and pulled off one riding boot, then the other. My muscles quivered as I forced myself to stay in one place, when all I really wanted to do was make my way to her, pull her clothes off, and bury myself inside of her like a crazed man.

Once she had her boots off, she pointed to me. I laughed and shook my head. “Boots don’t count.”

“Why not? Some people find feet very arousing.”

I screwed up my face. “Please tell me you’re not one of those people.”

She shrugged. “I could be.” Her serious expression fell, and she giggled. “But I’m not.”