Rocky Mountain Hero (To Love Again Book 3) by Kate Fargo Page A

rubbing, probing, seeking. She moaned in desperation. Had she ever wanted anyone so much? She couldn’t think straight, her body on fire with sensation.
    Tray pressed his erect shaft against her back, bending slightly to rub between her buttocks. His breathing was labored and she didn’t think she could take him teasing her much longer.
    His finger slid from it’s hot home between her thighs and he encircled both breasts, lifting her leg with his knee.
    “Put one knee up on the bed,” he ordered, the urgency clear in his voice.
    As she placed her knee on the bed, he bent his knees slightly. As her weight settled into the mattress he plunged upward, burying his cock inside her. A million stars shot through her stomach, up through her chest, her neck and finally out through her mouth, where all she could do was whimper. Her head swam as he pushed deep and deeper inside her. His need insistent, his heat filling her.
    “Oh Tray, fill me, fill me,” she cried. Her pleasure mounted, the waves building higher and higher.
    Her breasts were cupped firmly by his large hands and he pulled her slightly upright and backwards as he rolled her nipples firmly between his thumbs and forefingers.
    Suddenly embarrassed, Isabel remembered the mirror on the far side of the bed and glanced up. She flushed as her eyes met Tray’s in the glass. Time stood still in their bubble of two.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said, in barely a whisper.
    Her heart surged and she was filled with wonder at being here with this gorgeous man. Filled with wonder and filled with Tray who was lunging into her again with urgent groaning. His large shaft slid in and out, further and deeper, and he increased the pressure on her nipples, growing ever more sensitive by the moment.
    “Now baby, now baby, now baby,” he chanted, in rhythm with his pumping. He increased the pressure again on her rock hard nipples and the first roar of release surged through her.
    “Aaaaah,” she screamed in a voice she barely recognized as her own. “Tray, Tray,” she called out again and again as her orgasm coursed through her, over her, weakening her knees and enveloping all her senses.
    “Is-a-bel,” howled Tray as he thrust deeply inside her and froze. His body shuddered into hers, locking them together in a primal embrace.
    A jumble of arms and legs and kisses, she collapsed beneath him onto the bed.

 
    CHAPTER FOURTEEN
     
     
     
    The lights were dim at Ercole, Isabel’s favorite Italian restaurant, and they were ushered in like favorite family guests to a small, quiet table at the back of the restaurant.
    This was a restaurant she’d frequented with Chet before they’d had children, and which she knew Chet frequented with his many lovers while she was at home changing diapers and reviewing homework. Still, she loved the family ambience, the efficient almost-invisible service, and the food – like no other she’d eaten.
    Tray’s eyes sparkled across the table at her. He was still glowing from their lovemaking. He’d taken her completely by surprise. She hadn’t expected him to have that much fire in him. She felt weak-kneed at the vision of him over her on the bed, when their eyes had met in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed with the memory.
    Tray quickly made selections for them both, ordering the house specialty, a platter of risotto with stuffed veal, artichoke hearts, stuffed tomato and garnished with the freshest of asparagus. He ordered a robust wine to accompany the meal, the waiter nodding his approval.
    Once again, he surprised her with his knowledge and sophistication. Like earlier this evening. What had happened to his ‘alleged’ lack of confidence she wondered. She liked this new Tray - Tray in charge.
    Still, she was aware of the not-so-discreet looks of some of the other diners. Tray was a young man, and she was – well, not as young as he was. She knew she was still young-looking, some would even say beautiful, but Tray looked younger any way