Under the Mistletoe With Me by Kristen Proby Read Free Book Online

my shoulder blades, and then he does it again, making long, broad
strokes over my back.
    “Oh God, I
love you.” I moan.
    He laughs
and starts to massage my low back in slow, firm circles. “Feel good?” he
murmurs with a smile in his voice.
    “Mmmm.”
    He works
his way up and down my back, then over my butt again and down each leg, gently
yet firmly working my muscles into submission.
    “You’re so
good with your hands, Eyes. This is why I married you.”
    “Is this
the only reason?” he asks.
    “This and
your ass.”
    His hands
stop moving.
    “My ass?”
he asks, his voice amused.
    “Your ass.
You have a great ass.”
    “I don’t
think you’ve ever told me that.”
    “I didn’t
want to over-inflate your ego.”
    He smacks
my ass, sending a loud slap through the room. I push up to my elbows with a
gasp.
    “Hey!”
    “I like
your ass too. It’s slapable.”
    “Slapable?
I don’t think that’s a word.” I lay back down to enjoy his roaming hands.
    “I don’t
care. It is.”
    “It grew
even more slapable with Sophie.” I murmur and grin.
    “Your ass
did not grow,” he mutters.
    “Do you
need glasses?”
    “It
didn’t.”
    “Whatever.
I think there are still stretch marks back there to prove you wrong.”
    “Shut up.”
    “Does it
bother you?” I ask and push up to my elbows again, looking back at him. He’s
frowning, the lines between his eyebrows prominent.
    “Does what
bother me?”
    “The
change in my body. The stretch marks, the pouch on my belly that might never go
away.”
    His hands
stop and he looks me in the eye, his gaze worried. “Do they bother you?”
    “Not
really. We worked hard for these changes.” I shrug and look down.
    “Look at
me.” His hard voice surprises me. “I don’t see the changes, Stace. I see my
wife.” He shrugs, and I don’t know why but that simple statement makes me want
to cry. “I’ve been hot after you since the first moment I saw you in that bar
in college.”
    I just
stare at him. Well, shit he’s sweet.
    His hands
resume their course over my skin and I sigh and lay my head back on the bed.
    “I’ll tell
you what I do see,” he murmurs and runs his thumb up the middle of my right
calf. “Soft, smooth skin.” His touch lightens, and now it’s just his
fingertips, moving up and down my legs, tickling that sensitive spot behind my
knees, and traveling up and over my bottom to my back.
    “Firm ass,
dimples at the small of your back that are sexy as fuck.” He leans down and
kisses my dimples, runs his tongue over them and then chastely kisses them
again.
    “Strong
shoulders,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over them and up into my hair.
“The most beautiful hair I’ve ever had my hands in. It’s thick and heavy, and
the color… right now with the candlelight, it looks like it’s on fire.”
    Fuck me.
    “Turn
over,” he whispers in my ear. I comply and look up into his molten blue eyes.
He pushes my hair off my face and offers me a gentle smile. “I see flecks of
gold in your eyes, and when you’re turned on like you are right now, they
shine. And your lips…” He kisses me softly and runs his thumb over my lower
lip. “Your lips are soft and pink and say the sweetest things.”
    He slowly
makes his way down my chin and neck, kissing and nibbling. My body is moving
beneath him, writhing. I’m completely seduced by him; my body by his touch and
my mind and heart with his words.
    “Your
breasts are perfect.” He gently suckles one nipple, then the other and makes
his way down to my belly, tickling me with his nose and lips.
    He gently
traces the evidence of my pregnancy with his fingertip. “These aren’t ugly,
baby.” He nuzzles my belly. “We did work hard for them, and you earned them.
They’re fading. But even if they never go away, every mark was worth it.
Because without them, we wouldn’t have Soph.” He looks up at me and I run my fingers
through his hair. I have tears in my eyes.
    “When did
you get