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

accept he’d done a pretty good job.
    All he wanted to do was return to the bedroom and smother her with tiny kisses. Tickle her neck so he could hear that husky laugh of hers again. Stroke her copper locks and watch her drift into a relaxed sleep. He shook his head. No, he couldn’t fall for this woman.
    Anyway, he’d only known her, what, six, seven hours tops, but there was something about her. Beautiful, yes. Able to make his blood boil in zero to 90, hell yes. But more than that, he felt comfortable around her. Her easy acceptance of him was very attractive. But there was no reason for him to go down that sentimental path, as tempting as it was. What he needed was someone to teach him the finer art of love-making, not a woman to fall in love with.
    Tray let his mind wander. There were obstacles all along that path. The age difference for one. And tonight was probably just beginner’s luck. Once she knew how clumsy he really was in bed, he would never get out from under her as teacher. She could never see him as stronger, able to sweep her away. One thing he knew about himself, he wanted to be the man. He was attracted to intelligent, independent woman, and he wanted an equal partner, but he also knew he wanted to be able to sweep his woman away in a moment of passion, to take the lead in the bedroom. He knew that could never happen with Isabel – not if she agreed with his plan, not if he depended on her to take the lead.
    He was looking for a teacher and she was a natural. As a sex therapist she could teach him a lot. Just being with Isabel had already made him better in bed. She was so relaxed, so accepting. He didn’t feel he had to be or do anything special. No fronts to put up - he could just be himself.
    Except Isabel didn’t really know who that self was. She thought he was in his early twenties. He should have told her he was not new to university, but a returning student. Except, maybe once she knew the truth, she wouldn’t want him around. Twenty-eight wasn’t ancient, but it was a long way from twenty-two.
    What did Isabel want, he wondered. Why was she looking to hook up with someone in a club? She was pretty hot, she could easily get a date. Although maybe she just wanted some casual sex.
    She didn’t seem the type for casual sex, but she was a sex therapist. She probably had a pragmatic approach to sex and could just put sex and emotions into separate boxes when need be. If there was one thing he’d learned in his psychology studies it was that there was always more to a person than what could be known in a first meeting - or even several meetings - and trying to guess or assume anything about anyone just made life more difficult. And more often than not, made the person guessing look like a fool.
    Returning to the bedroom, he placed the glasses on the night stand. Isabel was sleeping, the look of contentment on her face making her seem like a small child. Tray reached forward, pushed the hair from her face and brushed his lips lightly over her forehead.
    Quietly, he gathered his clothes, reaching under the bed to retrieve a stray sock.
    “G’night beautiful,” he whispered softly, drinking in one last look at Isabel and blowing out the candle on his way to the door.

 
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    Isabel winced against the too bright sun streaming in her windows. It had been a later night than she was used to, and she was far from ready for the day. The clock on the nightstand read 7:20, but it was Saturday for Pete’s sake. She smiled as she reached for the water that Tray had brought in for her. She must have slipped off to sleep before he came back from the kitchen. Tray would be something to wake up to, she thought, setting the glass back on the table and turning towards him.
    But there was no Tray. After years of listening for her children, she was a light sleeper, and she hadn’t heard him go out this morning. So maybe he’d left last night and he hadn’t slept in her bed at all. Lying