Page 66 of Rescued Love
Hardwood flows through the entire house and the original woodwork adds charm even though everything has been modernized and updated where it counts. It’s cozy and perfect.
Every room gives glimpses of the acres of land the house sits on. The porch wraps around the house and the view is gorgeous.
“I know you, Kitten,” he whispers.
I lean my head on his shoulder as he opens the closet and we both look inside before we stand in the middle of the room and just bask for a moment. He leads me through the other bedrooms and I’m speechless by the time we make our way into the primary bedroom at the back of the house. The large bay window, complete with a little reading nook, looks out over the land and I can’t help but stare at it.
“Wow,” I whisper.
Nathan kisses my head and gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Is this the one?”
My eyebrows pull together as I tear my eyes away from the land and look up at him. “I don’t know, is this the one?”
“I’m going to need your opinion here, Kimball,” he coos.
“Why?” I shake my head to clear some of the perfect house fog and clear my throat. “I mean, this place is great, and I hope to spend time here with you, but you’re looking for a house for you.”
Nathan’s eyes dance with amusement and he turns me until I’m facing him. He starts to walk me backward, taking each step slowly, until my back hits the wall and I gasp softly. His eyes are intent and focused as they roam my face and take in my confused expression.
“You thought that I was only buy a house for myself?”
“I mean,” I lick my lips and shrug, “yeah? Why else would you be buying a house?”
Nathan kisses my forehead and then the tip of my nose before pressing his lips to mine. Like I always do, I open for him instantly. My body heats when he presses himself up against me. I can feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my belly.
I moan into his mouth, and he swallows down the sound as I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight. My fingers tighten on his shoulders, almost getting lost in the pleasure my man always gives me.
“Silly woman,” he rasps against my lips. “Yes, I need a place to live, but I’m not buying this place for me.”
I jerk backwards and look up at him with an arched eyebrow. “What are you talking about? If you’re not going to buy anything, then you’re wasting Taylor’s time. That’s not right.”
“Fuck,” he growls, pressing his lips against my forehead and muttering, “love your big heart, Kimball.”
Damn it, I melt at his words, taking them into my heart and allowing them to fill me with warmth. “You misunderstand who this house is for,” he tells me gently. When our eyes lock, there’s something swimming in the depths that has my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s for us, not just me.”
I gasp and my knees go a little weak. He can’t be serious, can he?
The way he’s looking at me tells me exactly whether he’s serious.
He definitely is.
“This place is perfect,” he grins and winks, “you said so yourself.”
I look around the primary bedroom, taking it in with new eyes. I’m not sure what scares me more—how I can see us in this space together so clearly or how much I want this.
“It has enough land that we can adopt some animals and it’s not far from Grandpa so I can keep helping him when he needs it.”
My eyebrows pull together. “What about the practice?”
He’s going to start working with Mr. Wilder in two weeks and they’ve put a plan together to transition the practice to Nathan over six months to a year, depending on how things are going. I’m so glad he’s not giving up on practicing law. He might have lost his way a little bit, but it’s something he’s passionate about.
“The plan for the practice is still going ahead, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help Grandpa and around here if you choose to add some animals to the mix.” I glance out the window, taking in how much space we would have and the animals I could help out here. “There’s room for a barn. It can be built to match the houseif you’d like. There’s room for some fences to be built to keep animals contained while still having enough room to roam.”
“You’ve thought a lot about this,” I don’t pose it as a question because it isn’t.
“Of course. I just needed to find the right house to match the dream I have for our future,” he admits. “This is it.”
I look up at my man, not needing to look around anymore. I nod slowly. “This is it. It’s perfect.”