Rocky Mountain Hideaway (To Love Again Book 2) Read Online Free

backrest, keeping her eyes closed. She needed to buy some time. She’d been a little horrified at her total lack of control and her wantonness. She’d protested, but in the end she’d gone along for the ride. And what a ride it was. Isabel felt weak with the thought of Tray’s voice bringing her closer and closer to her peak.
    The loss of control was something that she really was concerned about. It had been a long time since she’d let herself be swept away by her physical needs. This weekend was supposed to be fun, yes, but she also needed to pay attention to the details. So she could get them right later.
    She smiled and thought she would likely be able to remember these details. For the rest of her life. More than once she’d suggested to clients that they not engage in sexual relations beyond pleasuring each other, and having their partner watch them pleasure themselves. So maybe it seemed fitting, given the circumstances, that she and Tray also start at the beginning.
    “You already have everything out of the truck?” Tray’s husky voice came from close behind her, as she set the last of the grocery bags on the stairs. His nearness sent a heat wave through her and she shivered with the intensity of her reaction.
    “Slowpoke,” she teased. “Where’ve you been?”
    Tray held up the key for her inspection, slid it into the lock, and swung open the door. “Your castle awaits you, my queen,” he teased.
    Isabel stepped past, looking up into his open face and wide smile. She grinned back and turned into the large great room of the house. “This is incredible, Tray,” she said, kicking off her shoes and heading toward the large river-stone fireplace in the corner. Comfortable looking easy chairs surrounded the area near the fireplace. Further into the room was a dining area, separated from the main kitchen by an island and cooking bar. Isabel could imagine nights with a fire roaring in the corner and steaks sizzling on the Jenn-Air grill.
    That was too domestic a thought, she chided herself. As much fun as Tray was, he was not for her. She was here for one purpose only, and shouldn’t allow herself to get carried away. Not to mention that the man doing the carrying was much too young for her. And - like herself - also not interested in a relationship. They’d struck a deal and she intended to stick by it. However, it was a beautiful house and she could easily imagine romantic evenings here with somebody.
    Behind Isabel’s scientific fervor, behind her quest for the perfect career, behind her façade of always being driven to achieve more, lurked a true romantic. She knew it, and life seemed to be conspiring to have her acknowledge it. Denial was a powerful tool, but here it was. Here. Now. Rearing it’s ugly head.
    She’d been fighting it for a long time. Her life had unrolled too quickly. She hadn’t had an opportunity to be a wild teenager, or to be a romantic, sexy wife because almost as soon as she and Chet were married, she was a mother. She longed for the sun-washed beach scenes she saw in movies, the candlelit dinners she saw in magazines. This was an opportunity to have some of that, even if it was fantasy. After all, she was supposed to teach Tray the art of love making and that required some romantic setting. Isabel took another look around the large room and decided she could set a scene here.
    Tray was dropping bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. “Will it work?” he asked.
    “It’s great Tray. How did you manage this?”
    “Sadly, my friends never use the place. Now that their children are grown, I come here more often than anybody. It’s great, isn’t it?” Tray moved toward the stairwell and headed into the basement, Isabel watching his easy movements. “Back in a flash – I need to turn the hot water on.”
    In the kitchen Isabel started putting groceries into the fridge. Should they eat first and then she would lay out the evening? Or should they have a bath and then eat,