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“The reassurance.” His thumb traces the shape of my chin. “Along with everything else.”

“You don’t need it, but I’ll gladly applaud your effort. What you’ve created with this space is spectacular.” My feet spin me to get the full picture. Large windows allow natural light to flood in. It’s bright and spacious and brilliant. “I’m appalled you called your beautiful home a bachelor pad.”

“It’s never felt like anything else.” Drake’s swallow is audible. “Until now.”

“Oh, you sweet man. I’m glad you’re mine.” My hand grips his apron, yanking until my lips press to his.

He smiles into the kiss. “Fuck, I love hearing you claim me.”

I cup his face in my palms. “You’re mine, Drake Granger.”

A tremble shakes his entire body. “Want to see the rest, or should we go straight to my bed?”

My hips bump his, nudging the hardness that’s begging for attention. “How about a quick tour?”

He encircles my wrist, sliding our hands together. “Right this way.”

I follow him further into the house, becoming more mesmerized with each step. Each section reveals a new layer of splendor. The kitchen is massive and puts mine to shame. My fingers drift along the butcher block island as Drake steers me into the dining area. Another bouquet of sunflowers is displayed in a turquoise pitcher. It looks like he entertains company often as an accomplished host.

“Wow.” I pause when we arrive at the wide space that’s purposed as a living room.

“You approve?” Pride shines in his voice.

The entire view is somehow more impressive from this angle. “Uh-huh.”

My toes dig into the fuzziest rug. The couch is plush and oversized. I want to collapse into the cushions and cuddle Drake to sleep. He deserves it. Taking care of him in this haven he created sounds better than sex. Well, almost.

But these pillows are calling my name. I pull in a deep breath and a very distinct scent hits me. It instantly fills me with a sense of calm.

“Is that… apple pie?”

Drake inhales. “I lit a candle.”

“You lit… a candle?” The pause is necessary for my processing.

“Smells real, right?” His attention snags on my dumbfounded expression. “What? Is that weird?”

I smooth the shock from my features. “No, just unexpected. Like most of your traits and talents.”

He tucks his hands behind his back. “I wanted you to feel at home.”

“You’re full of surprises, huh? That’s so thoughtful. Talk about setting the mood.” I take a meaningful glance at his creative genius. “Have you lived here ever since moving to Knox Creek?”

Drake nods slowly. His stare moves across the furniture and chill vibe surrounding us. There’s wonder in every piece but it doesn’t seem like he’s seeing any of it.

“I tried to prepare a home to prove I’d make a good husband. It’s just been me and my wishful thinking for years. But then you showed up and changed the game.”

Tears well in my eyes. His voice is soft, and vulnerable. How he could think any woman would deny him, with or without this palace, boggles my brain.

I launch myself at him. Drake catches me before we collide, but I’ve stunned him. Not to fret. An urgency pushes me into action.

It’s a savage need that rips off his apron. The elastic of his boxers doesn’t stand a chance against my desperation to show him how worthy he is. How attractive I find his dedication. How fast and hard I’m falling. How I want to share my life with him. How endearing it is when he asks my kids to retrace their names on his neck, and will continue to do so until I’m ready to get another tattoo.

Just how beyond words amazing he is.

This man has nothing to prove. But just in case he doubts me, I’ll remind him at every available opportunity. Hormones propel through my veins at lightning speed. I’m backing toward the sofa and bringing his nakedness along for the ride.

“You’re going to shag me rotten on this gorgeous sectional.” The husky edge in my tone is sliced from seduction.

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