them up against her shoulders. “This fleece should fit you. Try it.”
Isabel pulled the orange fleece over her head. A little long in the arms, but otherwise perfect. She slid into the jacket Tray was holding out. “They fit.”
The last item looked to be a pair of light snow pants. Tray held them to her waist and they puddled on the floor at her feet. “These will be a little big, but they’re the smallest ones here.”
“I thought we were going for a walk, not an expedition. Is all this gear really necessary?” Isabel was getting more nervous about Tray’s plans. It sounded like she was getting in over her head.
“Just extra clothes. You never know in the mountains. You should also bring another set of clothes in case you get wet.”
“Are you serious? It’s not raining.”
“Not now, it isn’t. But in the mountains, shifting wind and weather means conditions can change in a flash.”
“Maybe we should just stick close to town?”
“Nuh-uh. This is my chance to show you a few things. It’ll be fun, I promise. I just have a habit of making sure we have enough gear.”
Isabel stepped over to him. Standing so close to him, she had to crane her neck to look into his face. He lowered his head to meet her eyes. She grinned up at him, teasing. “So you’re a boyscout, too.”
Tray’s smile warmed under her gaze and his eyes dropped to her mouth. His tongue slid over his lips, and he dropped down to press his mouth against hers. He kissed her tenderly, a slow-building kiss that threatened to overtake them both. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of the extra clothes she was wearing, the fleece and the jacket contributing to the warm flush racing up her body from her toes.
Tray’s mouth was more insistent on hers, his hand finding it’s way to her back beneath the jacket, pressing her hips into his. His excitement was evident.
Isabel moaned softly, eyeing the height of the workbench.
“Isabel?” Tray pushed back from her and caught her eye. “Let’s get outside for a bit.” Her disappointment must have shown, because he hurried on, “I’d love to do this, really.”
Isabel’s gaze drifted to below his belt as he shifted his weight and knew he was speaking the truth.
“It’s just such a nice day,” he continued, “and I really want to be able to show you a spot that I love.”
Isabel turned away to gather the rest of the clothes from the worktable, embarrassed. She was the one supposed to be worried about pacing. Here she is ready to get naked in the work room – how seductive is that? How can she teach him about seducing a woman if she’s ready to have him take her whenever, and wherever, he pleases?
She moved quickly out of his reach and up the stairs, leaving him to pack up the gear.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tray checked that Isabel was still behind him. He’d started slowly, but found that Isabel was prepared to keep any pace he set. He wasn’t all out yet, and didn’t plan to be, but he was impressed that she was following along behind him, without complaint.
In fact, she’d pretty much been following along behind him without a word. Since the moment he suggested they get going and enjoy some of the day, she’d been quiet. If he didn’t know better, he would think she was pouting. But that didn’t fit his image of her. She was a professional, surely she wasn’t going to get emotional about being cut short in a kiss. Still, he could almost feel the air between them, and it wasn’t the late October wind creating the chill.
Being in the mountains always cleared his head, but Isabel was like an anti-clearing drug. The more time he spent with her, the more confused he was about his feelings. The plan had seemed simple, but this weekend seemed proof that the best-laid plans could go astray. Best-laid. Yes the weekend certainly qualified for that. He hadn’t been as well laid in a long time. Hell, he hadn’t been as well laid in his whole miserable life.
It wasn’t
Isabel pulled the orange fleece over her head. A little long in the arms, but otherwise perfect. She slid into the jacket Tray was holding out. “They fit.”
The last item looked to be a pair of light snow pants. Tray held them to her waist and they puddled on the floor at her feet. “These will be a little big, but they’re the smallest ones here.”
“I thought we were going for a walk, not an expedition. Is all this gear really necessary?” Isabel was getting more nervous about Tray’s plans. It sounded like she was getting in over her head.
“Just extra clothes. You never know in the mountains. You should also bring another set of clothes in case you get wet.”
“Are you serious? It’s not raining.”
“Not now, it isn’t. But in the mountains, shifting wind and weather means conditions can change in a flash.”
“Maybe we should just stick close to town?”
“Nuh-uh. This is my chance to show you a few things. It’ll be fun, I promise. I just have a habit of making sure we have enough gear.”
Isabel stepped over to him. Standing so close to him, she had to crane her neck to look into his face. He lowered his head to meet her eyes. She grinned up at him, teasing. “So you’re a boyscout, too.”
Tray’s smile warmed under her gaze and his eyes dropped to her mouth. His tongue slid over his lips, and he dropped down to press his mouth against hers. He kissed her tenderly, a slow-building kiss that threatened to overtake them both. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of the extra clothes she was wearing, the fleece and the jacket contributing to the warm flush racing up her body from her toes.
Tray’s mouth was more insistent on hers, his hand finding it’s way to her back beneath the jacket, pressing her hips into his. His excitement was evident.
Isabel moaned softly, eyeing the height of the workbench.
“Isabel?” Tray pushed back from her and caught her eye. “Let’s get outside for a bit.” Her disappointment must have shown, because he hurried on, “I’d love to do this, really.”
Isabel’s gaze drifted to below his belt as he shifted his weight and knew he was speaking the truth.
“It’s just such a nice day,” he continued, “and I really want to be able to show you a spot that I love.”
Isabel turned away to gather the rest of the clothes from the worktable, embarrassed. She was the one supposed to be worried about pacing. Here she is ready to get naked in the work room – how seductive is that? How can she teach him about seducing a woman if she’s ready to have him take her whenever, and wherever, he pleases?
She moved quickly out of his reach and up the stairs, leaving him to pack up the gear.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tray checked that Isabel was still behind him. He’d started slowly, but found that Isabel was prepared to keep any pace he set. He wasn’t all out yet, and didn’t plan to be, but he was impressed that she was following along behind him, without complaint.
In fact, she’d pretty much been following along behind him without a word. Since the moment he suggested they get going and enjoy some of the day, she’d been quiet. If he didn’t know better, he would think she was pouting. But that didn’t fit his image of her. She was a professional, surely she wasn’t going to get emotional about being cut short in a kiss. Still, he could almost feel the air between them, and it wasn’t the late October wind creating the chill.
Being in the mountains always cleared his head, but Isabel was like an anti-clearing drug. The more time he spent with her, the more confused he was about his feelings. The plan had seemed simple, but this weekend seemed proof that the best-laid plans could go astray. Best-laid. Yes the weekend certainly qualified for that. He hadn’t been as well laid in a long time. Hell, he hadn’t been as well laid in his whole miserable life.
It wasn’t
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