doorway. “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Hi yourself,” she returned, drinking him in and wishing he would bring that fabulous body back to bed.
“Day’s wasting,” he quipped, crossing the room in two steps and flipping the blankets to the floor. “Up you get. Indian summer is here, and I want to show you some of my favorite trails.”
“We’re going hiking?”
“That’s the plan. Do you have a problem with that?”
Isabel did have a problem with that. She was older than he was and she didn’t want to underline that fact by huffing and puffing her way up a mountainside. The only trail she could imagine, was her trailing far behind.
“Uh, I didn’t bring the proper clothes to hike.”
“The boots you had on yesterday will be perfect and my friends always leave plenty of jackets. I’ll have you outfitted in no time at all.”
Apparently, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Given that the alternative was to lie around the cabin all day, she sat up, swinging her legs to the floor.
“Do I have time for a shower at least?”
Tray grinned wickedly, a lock of hair falling into his eyes as he leaned down to nibble on her shoulder. “And wash off all this yummy oil?”
Isabel shivered with delight at the roughness of his tongue against her collarbone. He nibbled up the side of her neck and then caught her earlobe between his teeth and nipped her sharply.
Isabel protested. “Hey!”
“Up and at ’em, head doctor. I’m prescribing fresh air and dazzling views to help you forget your troubles.” He pulled her to her feet, and pushed her in the direction of the shower. “Shower, then come down for breakfast. I’ve made fresh waffles with strawberries…in case,” he whispered leaning into her ear, “we didn’t get enough strawberries last night.” With a quick smack on her bare bottom, he was gone.
Isabel tested the water and then jumped into the shower, marveling at modern day inventions. The massage oil hadn’t left her feeling sticky or her pores clogged. She felt smooth as a baby all over – some places more than others – and smelled faintly of fruit. She lathered the wash cloth and traced the lines on her body that Tray had followed last night. Down her neck, over her breasts, across her stomach. Back to her breasts. Over her thighs and between her legs. She could feel the heat of arousal starting to build. If she didn’t get out of this shower right now…She preferred to save her excitement to share with Tray. She’d spent enough time taking care of things herself.
Carefully rinsing away the suds, she felt her troubles drain away with the soap. She was feeling more sure that she could get her practice back on track, and, as long as she kept her emotions in check, she and Tray would both have what they wanted. Except she was no longer sure exactly what she wanted. Throwing the towel back over the rack, she shook her head of her silly girlish thoughts. Forget what she wanted. They would definitely both have what they needed. Keep your eye on the ball Isabel, she told herself, as she headed to the kitchen where the smell of sizzling bacon was tugging at her appetite.
CHAPTER TEN
“That was an amazing breakfast, Tray. I shouldn’t let you do all the cooking this weekend.” Isabel carried bowls of berries and whipped cream to the fridge.
“I enjoy it. Besides, I wanted to let you sleep. I pulled together a few things for you to try on.” He headed for the stairs and she tagged along, watching the tight curve of his buns through the light material of his hiking pants.
At the end of the hall, she followed him into a work room. It was filled with skis of all sizes pegged against the wall and bikes hanging from the ceiling. Apparently his friends came to the mountains to get outdoors and get active. Isabel usually came to the mountains to go to the hot springs and lounge around.
Tray lifted pieces off the pile he’d assembled on the work bench in the back room, holding
“Hi yourself,” she returned, drinking him in and wishing he would bring that fabulous body back to bed.
“Day’s wasting,” he quipped, crossing the room in two steps and flipping the blankets to the floor. “Up you get. Indian summer is here, and I want to show you some of my favorite trails.”
“We’re going hiking?”
“That’s the plan. Do you have a problem with that?”
Isabel did have a problem with that. She was older than he was and she didn’t want to underline that fact by huffing and puffing her way up a mountainside. The only trail she could imagine, was her trailing far behind.
“Uh, I didn’t bring the proper clothes to hike.”
“The boots you had on yesterday will be perfect and my friends always leave plenty of jackets. I’ll have you outfitted in no time at all.”
Apparently, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Given that the alternative was to lie around the cabin all day, she sat up, swinging her legs to the floor.
“Do I have time for a shower at least?”
Tray grinned wickedly, a lock of hair falling into his eyes as he leaned down to nibble on her shoulder. “And wash off all this yummy oil?”
Isabel shivered with delight at the roughness of his tongue against her collarbone. He nibbled up the side of her neck and then caught her earlobe between his teeth and nipped her sharply.
Isabel protested. “Hey!”
“Up and at ’em, head doctor. I’m prescribing fresh air and dazzling views to help you forget your troubles.” He pulled her to her feet, and pushed her in the direction of the shower. “Shower, then come down for breakfast. I’ve made fresh waffles with strawberries…in case,” he whispered leaning into her ear, “we didn’t get enough strawberries last night.” With a quick smack on her bare bottom, he was gone.
Isabel tested the water and then jumped into the shower, marveling at modern day inventions. The massage oil hadn’t left her feeling sticky or her pores clogged. She felt smooth as a baby all over – some places more than others – and smelled faintly of fruit. She lathered the wash cloth and traced the lines on her body that Tray had followed last night. Down her neck, over her breasts, across her stomach. Back to her breasts. Over her thighs and between her legs. She could feel the heat of arousal starting to build. If she didn’t get out of this shower right now…She preferred to save her excitement to share with Tray. She’d spent enough time taking care of things herself.
Carefully rinsing away the suds, she felt her troubles drain away with the soap. She was feeling more sure that she could get her practice back on track, and, as long as she kept her emotions in check, she and Tray would both have what they wanted. Except she was no longer sure exactly what she wanted. Throwing the towel back over the rack, she shook her head of her silly girlish thoughts. Forget what she wanted. They would definitely both have what they needed. Keep your eye on the ball Isabel, she told herself, as she headed to the kitchen where the smell of sizzling bacon was tugging at her appetite.
CHAPTER TEN
“That was an amazing breakfast, Tray. I shouldn’t let you do all the cooking this weekend.” Isabel carried bowls of berries and whipped cream to the fridge.
“I enjoy it. Besides, I wanted to let you sleep. I pulled together a few things for you to try on.” He headed for the stairs and she tagged along, watching the tight curve of his buns through the light material of his hiking pants.
At the end of the hall, she followed him into a work room. It was filled with skis of all sizes pegged against the wall and bikes hanging from the ceiling. Apparently his friends came to the mountains to get outdoors and get active. Isabel usually came to the mountains to go to the hot springs and lounge around.
Tray lifted pieces off the pile he’d assembled on the work bench in the back room, holding
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