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

banging on the windows and calling her name ‘Elaine! Elaine!’ He’s so driven! And Mrs. Robinson…”
    “Anne Bancroft.”
    “They do that close up of her face and she is so pissed she looks like she’ll have a heart attack…”
    “and then they make their escape on the bus…”
    “and they’re in the back seat, with her wedding dress taking up tons of space and everyone staring at them.”
    Isabel laughed, and once she started was unable to stop. Tray laughed, rolled on top of her, pinned her arms beneath his knees and tickled her until she was gasping for breath and thought she might pass out. “Tray, I can’t…take ..any more”.
    Tray leaned into her, brushed his lips across hers and leaned back. “It really was a great movie,” he said, shifting his weight off her. “And you’re great, too.”
    Isabel rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “Seems to me that you did all the work.”
    “Not so,” said Tray, his eyes avoiding hers. “Would it surprise you to know that I don’t usually have any success with women?”
    Isabel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Surprise me? It would shock me,” she laughed. “You’re kidding, right? Innocent boy comes to life under older woman’s tutelage?”
    The closed look in Tray’s eyes gave her the answer. She needed to shift gears quickly. “Tray,” she said, stroking his forearm. “It’s just that you’re so confident, so knowledgeable. Given what we’ve just been through, which was pretty darned incredible, it’s a little hard for me to believe you’d have any problems with women..”
    “But it’s true.” Tray looked around the room, a hard set to his mouth. “I can’t explain it. I just, well, I’ve never … a woman has never…”
    “You’ve never pleasured a woman successfully before?” Isabel asked, keeping her voice soft and steady. “Well, make no mistake, Tray, none of what happened tonight was an act. You pleasured me, to my toes and back again, not once but twice. And that’s something I’ve never experienced.”
    Tray turned his head and met her eyes, and Isabel could see some of the doubt melt away. She kissed him lightly and settled herself back on the pillow. That someone so good in bed could be walking around with such self doubt was a real pity.
    “Do you want anything?” Tray asked, searching Isabel’s eyes. “Maybe a glass of water?”
    “I can get up, Tray,” she replied, starting to roll away.
    “Not a chance, Doctor. You relax, and I’ll get us some water. There are only so many ways around a kitchen, you know.”
    Yes, Isabel knew. Most women knew. But many men did not. A silly grin spread across her face again as she watched his tight buttocks disappear into the hallway.

 
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Tray needed a moment. No, scratch that. He needed several moments. Padding down the hallway toward the kitchen, he felt sated but horribly confused. In the kitchen, he switched on the small light under the stove and opened a cupboard or two until he found the one with the glasses. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a jug and poured the water.
    Isabel was fabulous. Compact, toned, an incredible package of soft touchable woman. And so responsive. No wonder she had trouble believing he had never made a woman come. Impossible, but true. To the best of his knowledge, all they had ever done was sigh a little and push against him. He always felt like he was taking something that he wasn’t welcome to.
    But Isabel had wanted it as much as he did. He may not know much when it came to lovemaking, but he did know that. And she’d let him know exactly how much she liked what he was doing. That sure made it easier. He didn’t mind doing a little work, but it helped to have some of the guesswork taken care of. Still, Tray couldn’t believe that he’d pleasured a woman as much as Isabel had obviously been pleasured. Unless she was a good liar, and she’d didn’t seem the type, then he had to