“Who knows? We weren’t exactly being quiet.”
“Oh my god! Wait until I tell the girls about this one!”
Clint laughed and shook his head. “I love how close you all are, like sisters.”
Mischa grinned and kissed him on the cheek before lifting the bag she’d packed full of goodies for this trip. She couldn’t wait to dive into it with him. Couldn’t wait to try all the stuff out. “I love how okay you are with how close the girls and I are.”
“You going to tell me what’s in that bag now?” Clint asked as they headed to the cabin.
“No.” Mischa smiled. “But when the time is right, I’ll show you.”
Clint just shook his head and held the door open for her to enter. They’d packed light. Mostly because neither of them planned to wear much while they were here. So one large suitcase and a filled toiletry bag, which Clint had slung over his shoulder. Then the grocery bag Mischa had plus the athletic bag she stocked with goodies.
Clint dropped the bags inside the door and then shut and locked it. There was a glint in his eyes when he turned back to face her. She watched as he reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, toeing his shoes off at the door.
“I say we make a rule while we’re here.”
“What rule is that?”
“That as long as we are inside, we have to be naked.”
Mischa grinned. “And if our welcome party shows back up?”
“I think she already saw more than she wanted to of us.”
“I don’t know. You do have an incredible ass.”
“I do.”
Mischa laughed. She leaned over and set the grocery bag on an end table and softly put the toy bag on the floor. Then she began stripping as well. “Just so you know, I draw the line at cooking naked. I will not take the risk of getting a burn somewhere that will curb our extra-curricular activities this week.”
“Agreed,” Clint nodded, shucking his shorts and boxer briefs.
“Agreed,” Mischa said, dropping the last of her clothes in a pile.
“So we don’t really plan on leaving the cabin do we?”
Mischa laughed again. God, she loved this man!
“Why don’t you take the bags to the bedroom while I put this in the kitchen?”
“Want me to grab that as well?” He pointed toward the toy bag.
“Go ahead,” Mischa consented and he almost jumped as he reached for it. “But don’t open it.”
He sighed and she grinned again. He was such a good sport. She wanted to put the stuff she’d brought away and check on the supplies that were supposed to already be in stock. Part of the deal with the cabin was that you sent your grocery list to them and they had it fully stocked when you arrived with all the stuff you wanted.
She headed through scanning rooms as she went. The cabin was gorgeous, filled with hardwood and big windows. Clint grabbed the bags and headed up the stairs. From the pictures they’d viewed online they were fairly familiar with the layout. The upstairs was an open loft that was used as the bedroom. She hoped it sported the same big four-poster bed in the pictures they’d viewed. She had plans for those posts.
The kitchen was beautiful. There was a big central island with gleaming pots and pans hanging above it that immediately drew the eye. The counters glowed a deep onyx, setting off the pale wood of the cabinets. She set the bag down and moved around opening doors and drawers learning where everything was.
The fridge was filled with fresh fruit, cheese, milk, her favorite coffee creamer, eggs, bacon and everything else she’d wanted. There was a fully stocked wine rack on the countertop and one of the cabinets had all the dry foods she’d wanted.
“That bed is incredible,” Clint said as he entered the kitchen. “Wait until you see it.”
“Is it like the one we saw online?”
“Even better.”
“I’m just going to put these things away then I’ll look around.”
“The bathroom upstairs has a tub built for two and a shower that I can’t wait to try out.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.” He moved up behind her, his chest pressing against her back, and kissed her shoulder. She was maybe an inch shorter than he in their bare feet, maybe. They were pretty close to the same height. She found that she really liked that.
“There are seats along the inside wall of the shower,” he whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine. “Seats wide and long enough for someone to get on their hands and knees. There are four different shower heads so that the water can hit you just right no matter where you are, or what position you’re in.”
“I’m feeling awful dirty,” she moaned.