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I’m surprised at how intimate this is. I never appreciated the pleasure it would bring, and I’m surprised to discover I like her company. It’s not just sex for me and I say on impulse. “Come, I have something to show you.”

“Okay.” Her eyes sparkle with happiness as I grasp her hand, and as we make to leave my room, she gasps, “I can’t go out there. I’ve got no clothes on.”

She makes a valid point. My staff are around and as much as I adore seeing her naked, I don’t want to gift anyone else that pleasure.

“Wait here.”

I return a few seconds later, wearing my robe, and I slip one of my t-shirts over her head, laughing at how it envelops her slight body and hangs past her knees.

“Is that good enough?”

She nods, sniffing the fabric and groaning her appreciation.

“It smells all masculine and sexy like its owner.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s freshly laundered and smells like detergent.”

She giggles and as we head out of the room, I’m surprised that I am grasping her hand so hard, almost as if I can’t bear the thought of not touching her for a second.

Chapter Forty-Three

Taylor

Tommaso has surprised me more than his brothers. I kind of sized up their personalities easily, but he is more guarded. An enigma, if you like and he is hiding a huge personality behind that enigmatic smile.

The burden he carries is heartbreaking. Many men would have broken, but he used the pain to forge a heart of molten steel. He is hiding behind it, though, because like me, like all of us, he needs more. We can be more together, coming here has opened my eyes to that. Who wants normal anyway when you can have extraordinary? This life could be amazing if we allowed ourselves to believe that this is normal—to us, anyway.

As we move through the house, it no longer appears large, scary even. It wraps around my soul and has quickly become home.

I love how homey it is, despite the over-inflatedluxury. Whoever designed this is a genius because I wouldn’t change a thing.

“You have a lovely home.” I am compelled to add, and his low growl makes me smile. “Wehave a lovely home, Taylor and I include you in that.”

“Lucky me.” I laugh softly as happiness engulfs me.

“You are happy here?”

“Is that a statement or a question?” I grin as I deliver his words back to him, and he laughs. This time it’s light, carefree even, and my heart curls with pleasure.

“I am happy here.” I confirm, and he nods, a satisfied smile on his face.

We reach the swimming pool, and I gaze at the view of the mountains through the glass divider and gasp, “Every window reflects the majesty of the mountains.”

“So, you’re a poet now.” He nudges me, and I’m tempted to push him into the pool; however, Tomasso is still a little scary, and I’m not about to destroy the easy relationship building between us.

I’m surprised when he shrugs out of his robe and offers me the first glimpse of his body uninterrupted, and I swallow hard, because, fuck me, this man is crafted in stone and muscle. My mouth actually waters when I note the god standing before me, from his sculpted chest, defined by ink with a smattering of dark hair covering it. It tapers into a tantalizing V leading down to a cock I would willingly worship for my entire life. His arms are strong and his legs sturdy, his granite jaw dusted with dark stubble, his eyes smoldering and brimming withemotion. His cock is large, the perfect size, and a wave of desire floods my body as I am slightly lightheaded.

“Fancy a swim?” His question tugs my mind back to reality.

“I don’t have a costume.”

“Neither do I. You don’t need one because nobody can see us in here.”

“Are you sure?”

“If you think I want anyone ogling my woman, you don’t know me at all, princess.”

His woman. I love the sound of that and, without another word, I tug the t-shirt over my head and face him as proudly as he did me, our eyes connecting, understanding heavy in both our gazes.