The Texan's Contract Marriage - By Sara Orwig Page 0,57

and select where you want Noah’s room. There will be a nursery with an adjoining playroom and a suite for Ashley.”

They walked into a bedroom and sitting room filled with afternoon sunshine. Camille wandered through it, looking at the white furniture and the adjoining bathroom, which was enormous.

“This is beautiful,” Camille said. “You’ve already got it ready for Noah. Maybe I should cancel the decorator.”

“Not at all. I want a place fixed with Noah in mind. This already existed and it’s not a nursery, not even a bedroom for a young boy. You’ve been planning and you and Ashley have talked about what you want with the decorator. We’ll have him out here this week and get this moving.”

“This is a wonderful place for Noah,” Ashley said, circling the room that had been turned into a temporary playroom.

“Good. It’ll have to do for the time being. I’ll show you where we’ll be,” he said, taking Camille’s arm.

Ashley turned. “You two go ahead. I’m going to change Noah and then I’ll join you,” she said.

Camille turned to go with Marek. When they were alone in his suite, she turned to him. “I think Ashley wanted to give us a moment to ourselves.”

“That’s fine with me,” Marek replied. “I’d prefer the rest of the day and tonight,” he said, placing his hands on her waist.

She smiled. “You’ll have to wait.”

“You can’t imagine how reluctantly,” he said, giving her another hot look that made her sizzle.

“If you wait, you’ll appreciate me more,” she added in a sultry voice, stepping away from him.

He inhaled deeply. “If I ‘appreciate’ you more, I’ll go up in flames. You keep that up and I’m going to lose my self-control.”

“Maybe I’m trying to keep ‘that’ up.”

“Camille,” he said in a husky voice, reaching for her again.

She smiled and walked away. “Ashley will join us soon. Now show me your bedroom.”

He stared at her a moment in silence, desire burning in his gaze. “Our room,” he said as if reminding himself. “You can also get the decorator and change our rooms however you like,” he said. “All I ask on that is let me see the changes. I have an office of sorts in one corner and some things I still want to keep in there.”

“Of course. I’m not changing anything in your room at this point. I won’t without telling you, either.”

When she stepped into the large sitting room, he pulled her to one side of the door. “Ashley hasn’t come and you started this. We have a minute and we’re married anyway,” he said, embracing her and leaning down to kiss her. While her heartbeat jumped, she held him to kiss him in return.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Rangel,” Marek whispered, framing her face with his hands. “Camille, you and Noah are the best possible things that could have happened. This marriage is great. Far more than I expected.”

“I agree,” she whispered, her heart racing over his declaration. How easy it would be to tell him she loved him, but she wouldn’t, not until he made a declaration, if that ever happened. He was far from falling in love yet, but she had hope as long as they were happy together and he wanted to be with her and make love with her.

“Marek, Ashley really will join us in a minute,” Camille said, stepping away from him but wanting to close the door and stay in the bedroom with him the rest of the night, which was impossible.

She looked around the rooms where she would now live. Like everything else, Marek’s suite was appealing. The floors gleamed with polish and thick area rugs were centered in the sitting room and adjoining bedroom. The furniture was covered in navy leather with fruitwood and she saw his corner office held a rolltop desk that looked antique. One wall was filled with shelves of books, pictures, trophies, a collection of memorabilia. She crossed the room to pick up a picture of Marek and Kern. Both had Western hats pushed to the backs of their heads. Both were in boots, jeans and Western shirts. They casually had arms around each other’s shoulders. A horse stood behind them, its head by Kern’s shoulder.

“This is a good picture,” she said.

Marek crossed the room and smiled. “Kern had just won that horse from me in a bet and he was delighted. It was worth losing to see him so ridiculously happy. He loved that roan and wanted it from the day I got it.” Marek laughed