“I’m glad—and relieved—that you think so. As I was buying it without telling you, I told myself I was probably making a huge mistake.”

“It wasn’t a mistake. A place like this wouldn’t have lasted long on the market.”

“That’s what the Realtor said, too.” He rubbed her back and nuzzled her neck. “I want you here with me, Sam.” With his other hand, he produced a key.

Touched, she took it from him and slid it into her back pocket. “I promise I’ll be here so much you’ll feel like I live here.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Can it be enough for now?”

“I guess I’ll have to settle for what I can get,” he said with a dramatic sigh that was offset by the twinkle in his eye.

“I hate to disappoint you.”

He brought her hand to his lips. “You’re not.” Standing up, he tugged her along with him. “There’re two more things I want to show you.” In the master bathroom, he pointed out the huge Jacuzzi tub.

“Oh, man, seriously?”

“Have you got something against Jacuzzis?”

“I love them. I’ve always wanted one in my house.” Stomping her foot, she added, “This is so not fair!”

“All this could be yours.”

She scowled. “What’s the other thing?”

He pointed back the way they’d come. In the bedroom, he went to the fireplace and flipped a switch under the mantel to start the gas fire.

Sam sighed. “So not fair.”

“Let me guess—you’ve always wanted a fireplace in your bedroom, too?”

She nodded, reached for the pillows and throw blanket on the bed and brought them over to the carpet in front of the fire.

“What’re we doing?” he asked as he let her draw him down next to her.

“Camping.”

“So I could’ve skipped the bed?”

Tugging the sweater up and over his head, she tossed it aside. “Uh-huh.” She urged him onto his back and dropped kisses on his chest in a trail to his belly.

Nick sucked in a sharp deep breath and combed his fingers through her hair. “Am I getting this special treatment because I have a Jacuzzi?”

“No,” she said, adding her tongue to the mix.

“Then why?” He gasped when she unzipped his jeans and dragged a finger over his straining erection.

She looked up at him with a mischievous expression on her face. “I’ve always wanted to screw a senator.” Taking him into her mouth, she kept her movements slow and precise.

His laughter faded into a groan. “Sam.”

“What?” She swirled her tongue, lapping at him like a hungry cat.

Sighing, he sank back into the pillow. “God, you’re good at that.”

She cracked up. “Can I put it on my resume?”