Rocky Mountain Hook Up (To Love Again Book 1) by Kate Fargo Read Free Book Online

learn something so she would just relax. As if she wasn’t relaxed enough already.
    Remaining almost upright, Tray rolled his briefs down and stepped out of them. Isabel said twenty-three prayers of thanks as she stared at the generous size of him. She longed to grasp the shaft, and measure it in her hand, but Tray had other plans. He grabbed his jeans, pulled a condom from the pocket, ripped open the foil and rolled the latex over himself.
    Reaching for her ankles, he placed her feet on the edge of the bed, bending her knees. He grasped her buttocks and slid her down the bed so her pelvis was flush with the edge, then hooked her right leg over his shoulder. He leaned into her, the head of his penis bumping against her, seeking entrance. She was still slippery and wet from her first orgasm and she moved her hips slightly to ease him in. Oh, oh yes, she thought as Tray locked himself into position, just barely inside her. He walked on his hands slowly down the bed, sliding further inside her, bit by bit, until he was kissing her breasts, licking her neck. As her lips sought his, he plunged his tongue into her, thrust his hips forward, and filled her with everything he had.
Isabel arched instinctively and rocked with him as he moved slowly over her, filling her deeply. She squirmed against his faint circling motions and realized quickly that she would come again. Tray ground against her, gliding into her depths even further. She felt the liquid heat start to spread through her, the itch desperate to be scratched running through her groin, and she thrashed wildly against him, faster and faster, until her world exploded.
    Tray pumped and continued to hold her until she stopped moaning, then with one deep thrust, he froze and groaned as he poured his love into her. His arms gave way and he rolled her to the side to relieve his weight against her. They lay spent and sated against each other, the candle playing shadows against the slickness of their bodies.
    She rested quietly against Tray’s shoulder, a sloppy grin spreading across her face. Three years. Boy, she didn’t know what she’d been missing. But now she knew…boys. No. She couldn’t believe such tender, competent lovemaking had come at the hand of a boy. Well, not exactly the hand of a boy, she thought. More like the mouth of a boy, the shaft of a boy.
    Tray stirred and stroked Isabel’s hair, leaning back to look at her. His eyes were glazed with satisfaction, and Isabel’s heart stirred. A few moments of romantic fantasy would not kill her. She was strangely attracted to this sensuous man, his golden locks, his amazingly toned body, his easy, laughing ways and gentle manner. If only he were fifteen or twenty years older.
    “What’s your last name, Tray?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wished could take them back. Casual sex indeed.
    “Taylor.” He smiled down at her. “Yours?”
    “Robinson,” Isabel replied, laughing into his eyes. “That’s Mrs. Robinson to you.”
    Tray’s mouth dropped open. Again, Isabel wished she’d taken time to think before speaking. Her response was too on the nose. But they had met in The Shore after all. It did have a certain…reputation.
    “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, feeling the heat burn up her cheeks. “A bad joke.”
    He heaved a sigh and rolled off his side onto his back. Isabel snuggled into the crook beneath his shoulder.
    “I loved that movie,” he said, his fingers drifting lazily across her shoulder.
    “You know that movie?” Isabel asked, surprised.
    “One of my favorites - it’s still around,” he teased. “Seeing Dustin Hoffman that young is a kick.”
    Isabel pinched him playfully. “It is an old movie. ’68, I think.”
    “Sixty-seven. I love it when Benjamin’s rushing to the church, and as he runs out of gas, the music slows down, keeping time with the car as it slows down…”
    “I played that soundtrack to death…”
    “And he charges into the church and starts