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Authors: Kate Fargo
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take the time you need to heal.”
“Yes.” She reached out and brushed his hair back off his forehead. His body responded instantly, desire coursing through him at her touch. “But now, it’s important for me to take time to play.”
“So,” he said, wrestling her back onto the blanket and covering her body with his own. “I’m your plaything?”
“Hey! You signed up for the job, boyo.”
Her blue eyes drilled into his and he licked his lips. He kissed her once on the mouth, on the tip of the nose, put dry kisses on her eyelids and trailed kisses to her ear. “I didn’t sign up for the job, Isabel,” he whispered, trailing kisses across to her other ear. “I begged for the job.”
Isabel’s laugh came from deep within her, but he soon quashed it with a long, slow kiss that started tender but was soon insistent.
Too late Tray realized his mistake. Again he was going to have to cut things short so they could get to the top while there was still lots of daylight. But as he plunged his tongue into Isabel’s mouth, and was met with her willing response, daylight was the last thing from his mind. Still, he wanted to show her the view from the top. So how could he stop things in the middle again. He couldn’t risk annoying her again, like he had in the workroom.
Isabel squirmed under him and he matched her movements by grinding his hips into hers.
“No, Tray, no.” Isabel said, alarmed.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, I just, you’re putting too much pressure on me.”
“We don’t have to do anything Isabel. We’re just kissing.”
“That’s not what I meant.” For the second time since he’d met her, the good doctor look embarrassed.
“What is it?”
She shifted to a sitting position and stared at her knees. “I have to pee.”
“Is that all?” Tray laughed with relief.
“But there’s nowhere to pee.”
“There’s everywhere to pee.” He swept his arm in a broad arc, indicating the meadow and the forest they had left behind.
“Right here? In the open?” she asked incredulously.
“You’ve really never been camping or hiking in the bush, have you?” Tray surveyed her closely and realized she wasn’t pulling his leg. “Here,” he said, digging through the picnic remnants and passing her a couple of paper napkins. “Just find a quiet spot behind a tree, dig a little hole with a stick, and when you’re done bury the paper.”
Isabel stared at the paper napkins in her hand like they would burst into song and dance. Standing, she brushed herself off and glanced toward the woods. “What if a bear comes?”
“If a bear comes, scream and I’ll be right there. Your knight to the rescue,” he grinned, hoping to ease her worry.
He marveled at the complexities of the woman who turned away and shuffled warily toward the woods. Here was a woman who was clearly confident when it came to her practice, confident when it came to her lovemaking, but without a clue what to do in the woods. Well, he shouldn’t be that surprised. After all, growing up on the farm he did have the advantage when it came to being outdoors. He knew there were people who spent their whole lives in the city, who thought camping included playgrounds and hot showers and plug-ins while parked just inches from their neighbor’s stall.
Growing up, they’d always taken time away from the farm to get into the mountains. Every fall just after threshing season, his father would pack up the family and they’d head into the foothills. There they’d create their own camp beside a stream. Some of his best memories were there. In the shadow of the mountains, they would cook over an open fire and he could still remember his mother adding more butter to a frying pan filled with firm trout from the streams. His father had been an avid fisherman and hunter, and he’d passed his love of the woods onto his sons.
When Tray had been thirteen, his father had taken him along on a hunting trip and they’d killed a moose.
“Yes.” She reached out and brushed his hair back off his forehead. His body responded instantly, desire coursing through him at her touch. “But now, it’s important for me to take time to play.”
“So,” he said, wrestling her back onto the blanket and covering her body with his own. “I’m your plaything?”
“Hey! You signed up for the job, boyo.”
Her blue eyes drilled into his and he licked his lips. He kissed her once on the mouth, on the tip of the nose, put dry kisses on her eyelids and trailed kisses to her ear. “I didn’t sign up for the job, Isabel,” he whispered, trailing kisses across to her other ear. “I begged for the job.”
Isabel’s laugh came from deep within her, but he soon quashed it with a long, slow kiss that started tender but was soon insistent.
Too late Tray realized his mistake. Again he was going to have to cut things short so they could get to the top while there was still lots of daylight. But as he plunged his tongue into Isabel’s mouth, and was met with her willing response, daylight was the last thing from his mind. Still, he wanted to show her the view from the top. So how could he stop things in the middle again. He couldn’t risk annoying her again, like he had in the workroom.
Isabel squirmed under him and he matched her movements by grinding his hips into hers.
“No, Tray, no.” Isabel said, alarmed.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, I just, you’re putting too much pressure on me.”
“We don’t have to do anything Isabel. We’re just kissing.”
“That’s not what I meant.” For the second time since he’d met her, the good doctor look embarrassed.
“What is it?”
She shifted to a sitting position and stared at her knees. “I have to pee.”
“Is that all?” Tray laughed with relief.
“But there’s nowhere to pee.”
“There’s everywhere to pee.” He swept his arm in a broad arc, indicating the meadow and the forest they had left behind.
“Right here? In the open?” she asked incredulously.
“You’ve really never been camping or hiking in the bush, have you?” Tray surveyed her closely and realized she wasn’t pulling his leg. “Here,” he said, digging through the picnic remnants and passing her a couple of paper napkins. “Just find a quiet spot behind a tree, dig a little hole with a stick, and when you’re done bury the paper.”
Isabel stared at the paper napkins in her hand like they would burst into song and dance. Standing, she brushed herself off and glanced toward the woods. “What if a bear comes?”
“If a bear comes, scream and I’ll be right there. Your knight to the rescue,” he grinned, hoping to ease her worry.
He marveled at the complexities of the woman who turned away and shuffled warily toward the woods. Here was a woman who was clearly confident when it came to her practice, confident when it came to her lovemaking, but without a clue what to do in the woods. Well, he shouldn’t be that surprised. After all, growing up on the farm he did have the advantage when it came to being outdoors. He knew there were people who spent their whole lives in the city, who thought camping included playgrounds and hot showers and plug-ins while parked just inches from their neighbor’s stall.
Growing up, they’d always taken time away from the farm to get into the mountains. Every fall just after threshing season, his father would pack up the family and they’d head into the foothills. There they’d create their own camp beside a stream. Some of his best memories were there. In the shadow of the mountains, they would cook over an open fire and he could still remember his mother adding more butter to a frying pan filled with firm trout from the streams. His father had been an avid fisherman and hunter, and he’d passed his love of the woods onto his sons.
When Tray had been thirteen, his father had taken him along on a hunting trip and they’d killed a moose.
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