WMIS 01.5 Under The Mistletoe With Me (5 page)

I take a
deep breath enjoying the scent of the pine trees and cold snow. It’s not
unbearably cold, just enough to make my cheeks pink and I can see my breath
with each exhale. The snow has hushed everything around us, and it feels like
we’re the only two people for miles and miles.

Thunk.

Okay, time
to get his attention. I grin slyly and gather a large hand full of snow,
forming a ball, and take aim. I hit Isaac right at the back of his neck,
sending cold snow down his shirt.

“What the
hell?” He spins and glares at me. “Did you just throw snow at me?”

“Me?” I widen
my eyes innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh, huh.”
He sets the axe down, removes his gloves and eyes me speculatively. “I’m not
buying the innocent act.”

I can’t
keep a straight face and I start to back up as he slowly advances.

“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 are 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 dryly.

“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 shower heads at
different heights, as well as a rain 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 spills himself 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 in 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 a while 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 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 sized bed have been pulled all the way off, leaving the soft blue
fitted sheet covering the mattress, and 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 dryly.

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