With Me in Seattle Bundle One (44 page)

“Really”—a giggle escapes me—“I didn’t do it.”

“There’s no one else here, baby.”

“Maybe it fell out of a tree?” I ask hopefully and continue backing up.

He bends down and gathers a large ball of snow in his hands, grins, and throws it at me, hitting me in the shoulder.

“Hey!”

We stand, panting, grinning, and then sprint into action, gathering snow and throwing it at each other. He hits me way more than I hit him because I can’t stop laughing long enough to really see where I’m throwing the damn snow.

“You’re not good at this.” He laughs.

“Shut up!” I throw another wad of snow, this time hitting him in the face. He shakes his head and brushes it off and glares at me.

“Now you’ve done it.”

“I’m not scared of you,” I taunt him and throw another handful of snow that lands nowhere near him.

“Nice try.” He grins widely, his blue eyes on fire, and suddenly runs toward me.

“Shit!” I squeal, my heart in my throat, and run away from him. I’m so about to get it.

He catches me easily, wraps an arm around my waist and tackles me to the ground, cushioning me against the hard ground with his own body, then rolling us so he’s on top of me, pressing me into the soft, wet snow.

“You’re in so much trouble,” he murmurs.

“I swear”—I giggle and twist beneath him, trying to get away—“I didn’t do it.”

“You are such a bad liar. You just threw about thirty snowballs at me.”

“I didn’t throw the first one.”

“Uh huh.” He laughs and grabs a handful of snow and holds it over my face.

“Don’t you dare!”

His eyes are dancing menacingly. “What’ll you give me if I spare you?”

“A hug.”

“Lame.” Snow is smeared into my hair.

“Damn it!” I giggle and twist some more, but it’s no use against his strong body.

“Try again.”

Because it’s my only defense, I grip his face in my hands and pull him down to me, kissing him thoroughly. His fingers burrow into my hair, and he responds immediately, brushing his lips over mine, back and forth, then diving in deeply, his tongue dancing with mine.

I spread my legs, and he settles his hips between them, allowing me to cradle him, and I feel his erection against me.

“Mmm,” I moan and roll my hips, making him gasp.

He slows the kiss, so it’s lazy and unhurried, gently nibbling my lips.

“You’re so sweet,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me, his hands rhythmically brushing my hair.

“I love you, Stace.”

“I love you, too, Eyes.”

He smiles lovingly, kisses my lips chastely, then my forehead and pushes himself off me, pulling me with him.

“Come on.” He keeps my hand in his and pulls me toward the house, trudging through the slippery snow.

“Where are we going?” I ask breathlessly.

“Shower. I’m sweaty, and I want you naked.”

Yes, please.

He’s in a hurry. He leads me through the house, heedlessly leaving a trail of wet snow behind us, to the master suite.

“Strip,” he commands and leaves me to start the shower in the impressive bathroom.

I grin as I hear the water start. I love it when he gets all bossy and sexy on me. I quickly peel my wet clothes off and pile them at the end of the bed. I’ll wash them later.

Isaac stalks out of the bathroom, all naked, his face still determined, and…
all mine.

Instead of leading me back into the bathroom, he sweeps me up into his arms, startling me.

“Whoa! Someone’s impatient.”

He grins down at me and kisses me hard and fast.

“I’ve been waiting all morning for you to wake up. You were so tired, I wanted to let you sleep in, but I’ve been desperate to be inside you. So I decided to split the wood to relieve some of the energy.”

“You don’t seem to be lacking in energy,” I reply drily.

“Yeah, it didn’t work.”

He carries me into the shower and gently sets me on my feet. This shower is freaking huge. The tile is dark brown and gold, and there are multiple showerheads at different heights, as well as a rainshower head directly over us. The water is hot and quickly fogging up the entire bathroom.

Isaac pushes me into the hot water and grabs my shower gel. He squirts it into his palm and rubs his hands together, creating lather. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply.

“I love the smell of this. I love smelling it on you all day.” His hands glide over my torso, my breasts and arms. My head falls back on a sigh as I enjoy the gentle strokes of his expert hands.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, and I comply. He lathers my back in broad strokes, massaging and kneading my muscles. “You are so fucking sexy, baby.”

I moan in response and lean back against his chest, lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me as the water cascades down our bodies, rinsing the soap from my body.

“My turn,” I murmur and turn in his arms to face him. I mirror his movements from earlier with his body wash, lather my hands, and glide them over his wet, muscular body. He closes his eyes and sighs, enjoying my touch.

I wash every sexy, hard inch of him, trace the tattoo on his shoulder blade with my fingertip, rinse him thoroughly, and then drop to my knees.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

I grin and grip the base of his hard cock and tease the tip with my tongue, brushing it over the slit. He sucks in a deep breath through his teeth and twists his fingers in my hair, and I slowly sink over him, taking him as far as I can into my mouth. I sheathe my teeth in my lips and pull up, sucking hard, and roll my tongue around the tip.

Before I can sink down again, he grips my shoulders and pulls me to my feet.

“Hey, I wasn’t…”

“Enough. You’ll make me come, and I need to be inside you.” He grips my ass in both hands and lifts me. “Wrap your legs around me.”

He pushes me against the tile wall and buries himself inside me as I wrap my legs around him.

“Oh, God.” I push my hands into his hair and hold on for dear life as he slams into me over and over, like a man possessed. His face is buried in my neck, his breathing ragged and feral.

“You feel so good.” He shakes his head. “So fucking good.”

I can’t make myself respond. One of his hands slides from my ass up to my breast. He pinches and pulls on the nipple, making me cry out.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he whispers. He’s pinned me completely to the wall with his body. My hips are pulsing and rolling with him, meeting his thrusts.

“God, Eyes,” I murmur.

He lifts his head and looks up at me with raging blue eyes as he speeds up, grinding harder against my core.

“Oh, babe, I’m gonna…”

“Fuck yes, come baby.”

My legs tighten around him, and I let go, fire bursting through me. Isaac thrusts once more, rocks himself against me, hard, and then buries his face in my neck again, groaning loudly as he explodes inside me.

He holds me there for a few moments as our breathing calms. He kisses my neck, then my jaw, and finally my lips, softly and lovingly.

“I’m not done,” he whispers.

My eyes open wide, and I stare at him. “You’re not?”

“No.” He runs his fingers down my cheek and sighs. Before I can ask him what he’s thinking, he says, “But I’m hungry, and we’re going to need our strength.”

Chapter Six

“Oh, look!” I turn my phone toward Isaac. “Your mom just sent me a photo of Sophie napping with your dad.”

“How many photos does that make now?” he asks with a chuckle and aims the remote toward the TV.

“I don’t know, about fifty.” I smirk and respond to Gail. “It makes me feel better knowing that she’s okay. I’m really missing her.”

“I know. Me, too. But are you having fun?”

“I am. Thank you.” I smile over at him as he pulls my feet up into his lap. I finish the sandwich Isaac fixed us for lunch and fire up my Kindle. “Do you care if I read for a while?”

“Do you care if I watch a Statham movie?”

“Nope.” I settle back with my book and sigh as Isaac begins to run his thumb up and down the arch of my foot. “You’re so good at that.”

“Lots of practice on my pregnant wife.” He smiles warmly at me.

“You took very good care of me when I was pregnant.”

“It’s my job to take care of you, baby.” He continues to rub my feet while Jason Statham drives a car through Paris, and I’m completely content in this moment. I wish Sophie was here, curled up with us, but I know she’s safe and loved, and I’m enjoying my husband.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asks.

“Sure, some tea would be great.”

“I’ll get it.” He unfolds himself from the couch and walks into the kitchen to set on a pot of water.

“I could get used to all this spoiling, you know,” I call out to him.

“You deserve it. I know that you work hard at home, for me and Soph. You deserve to be pampered once in a while.”

And, just like that, I fall in love with him all over again.

“Have you been talking to Luke?” I ask.

“Uh, no, why?”

“Because he’s the over-the-top romantic in this family.”

“Trust me, this is not over-the-top romantic.”

“To a woman who has barely had time to take a shower for the past four months, this is incredibly romantic.”

“Stace, do you want to hire some help? Maybe just a few days a week?”

I wave him off and shake my head. “No, I don’t need help. You know I love nothing more than being a mom and taking care of our girl. I’m lucky to be able to stay home with her and take care of you guys. I’m just saying thank you. This is very sweet, and I love you.”

He pins me with heated blue eyes as he fills my mug full of hot water. “I love you, too.”

He settles in next to me again, pulls my feet back into his lap, and I sip my tea and enjoy my book while he gets lost in his movie.

***

“I can’t believe you let me sleep so long this afternoon.” I smile at my sexy husband and sip the wine he poured me for dinner. We are curled up again in front of the fireplace, enjoying the quiet and our last evening alone together.

“You needed it. Besides, it could be awhile before you get another nap.” He grins and then unfolds himself from the couch and leans down to kiss my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

I sit back against the soft cushions of the couch and smile. These past few days have been the best. Isaac’s always been good to me. He’s an affectionate and attentive husband. But, as in most relationships, we’ve grown comfortable, and I admit that it’s easy to take each other for granted. I wouldn’t say that romance is dead, but there are times that she goes on vacation.

Especially when we were dealing with infertility issues and having sex for the sake of knocking me up. It makes me feel so good that he is making such an effort to be romantic. We needed to reconnect.

“Hey, don’t you dare go back to sleep on me, babe.”

I didn’t even realize I’d closed my eyes. I smile up at him and take a deep breath. I love this black T-shirt on him, the way it clings to his abs and sits on his hips.

“You look good,” I murmur.

His eyes heat, and one side of his mouth tips up into a lazy smile. “You’re not so bad yourself. C’mon.” He takes my hand and pulls me up off the couch. “You don’t need any more of this if it’s just going to make you sleep.” He takes my wine from me and sets it on the kitchen island as we walk past it and up the stairs.

“We’re going to bed already?”

“Nope.” He smiles down at me, and when we reach the top of the stairs, instead of heading to the master suite, he pulls me in the other direction, toward a spare bedroom. I gasp as we walk inside.

The covers on the double bed have been pulled all the way off, leaving the soft blue fitted sheet covering the mattress, the matching top sheet pulled back. There are at least a dozen candles lit all over the room, sending shadows over the space. Soft music is playing through a small sound system in the corner.

Isaac pulls me against him, his front to my back and wraps his arms around me, kissing my hair, then turns me around and pulls my shirt up over my head, letting it fall to the floor.

“I think you need a massage,” he murmurs and slips my bra off, throwing it on top of my shirt.

“You do?” I ask drily.

“Yes,” he responds simply. He pulls my jeans and panties off, bending down to slip them over my feet. He stands before me and kisses my lips gently, cupping my face in his hands. “Lie on the bed on your stomach,” he whispers.

“Okay.” Like I’m gonna say no to that.

I lie on my stomach and let out a big sigh.

“No sleeping,” Isaac says with a chuckle.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m never this tired,” I respond with a smile.

“You’re relaxed. I’m glad, honey. That was the point of taking a few days away.” I hear him rub his hands together and then they’re on my back, firmly stroking in a long line down the sides of my spine, over my bare ass, around my hips and up my sides to my shoulder blades, and then he does it again, making long, broad strokes over my back.

“Oh God, I love you,” I moan.

He laughs and starts to massage my low back in slow, firm circles. “Feel good?” he murmurs with a smile in his voice.

“Mmm.”

He works his way up and down my back, then over my butt again and down each leg, gently yet firmly working my muscles into submission.

“You’re so good with your hands, Eyes. This is why I married you.”

“Is this the only reason?” he asks.

“This and your ass.”

His hands stop moving.

“My ass?” he asks, his voice amused.

“Your ass. You have a great ass.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me that.”

“I didn’t want to overinflate your ego.”

He smacks my ass, sending a loud slap through the room. I push up to my elbows with a gasp.

“Hey!”

“I like your ass, too. It’s slappable.”

“Slappable? I don’t think that’s a word.” I lie back down to enjoy his roaming hands.

“I don’t care. It is.”

“It grew even more slappable with Sophie,” I murmur and grin.