Rocky Mountain Hideaway (To Love Again Book 2) by Fargo Kate

Author:Fargo, Kate [Fargo, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-05-28T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Tray let his eyes sweep slowly around the bedroom, taking it all in. Isabel had placed tiny tea light candles on every solid surface. The mirror on the dresser reflected back the light and an array of oils and lotions stood ready on the bedside table.

Sometime earlier, she’d folded the sheets down on the king size bed and brought in additional pillows from the other rooms. It reminded him of a scene in a sultan movie.

He was finding this harder all the time. He hadn’t expected to give Isabel a window on his soul, but she was so easy to talk to. He’d totally opened up in a way he never had with other women. And he knew what she was talking about, when she was talking about the mind connection. That’s what he was feeling with her. Maybe not last night at the club, although there was a spark of it there, but certainly this morning at her diningroom table. While they’d talked, he’d sensed some other connection, and a growing desire to get to know her. He’d denied it - to himself, and then to Isabel - when he’d promised that he could learn from her without getting emotionally involved. Now he felt like a love sick puppy even though he knew Isabel was right about infatuation and lust masquerading as love.

It was the best sex he’d ever had, not that it was all sex, or what he thought of as sex. For him, sex had been going all the way. Now he could see that getting there was even more fun - the teasing that had led to mutual satisfaction in the Jeep during the drive out, the bantering over dinner, and the long sensual bath they had just shared. His Mrs. Robinson was right. Maybe the sexiest thing was the anticipation.

At this moment, he was vibrating with anticipation. Isabel had kept him at arm’s length while they’d dried each other off after stepping out of the bath. He’d longed to forget the towel between them and go for broke, but she hadn’t allowed him to do more than rub her with the thick bath towel. Of course, he had rubbed her more in some places than others. He tensed with the memory of her reaction. She was clearly as excited as he was, but tightly holding the reins for the continuation of their lesson.

She stretched before him on the bed, lying easily on her side, propped up with her elbow. The lips he longed to ravage smiled up at him and his heart skipped a beat.

“Have you ever had a massage, Tray?” she asked, her smile growing wider.

“Of course. They used to rub us down after football all the time.” He’d never thought there was anything sensuous about that kind of slapping and kneading. Memories of his hairy beer-bellied coach in a candlelit bedroom threatened to make him laugh out loud.

Isabel was already laughing. “That’s not exactly what I meant. I meant a more sensuous massage.

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