WMIS 01.5 Under The Mistletoe With Me Read Online Free PDF

floor, and
pulls me to him, cradling me between his legs, with my head on his chest. I
bury my nose between his pecs and take a deep breath. He smells of fresh
laundry and my husband. I feel him rest his lips on the crown of my head and he
runs his hands down my back.
    “It’s
supposed to snow,” I murmur and feel him smile.
    “They
always say that, but it rarely happens. This is Seattle.” He brushes his hands
through my thick hair and I sigh. When was the last time we were able to do
this? Just be us, without any interruptions?
    I don’t
remember.
    “How’s
work been?” I ask.
    “Busy, but
good. I haven’t been able to work in the field as much as I like. Too many
phone calls and desk work to get done.”
    “That’s
what happens when you’re the boss.”
    “I think
I’ll hire more office help so I can be out with the guys more.”
    “That
sounds good.” Isaac grips my chin and tilts my head back to look up at him.
    “How are
you feeling?” he asks, making me smile.
    “I’m good.
Hormones are finally starting to stabilize.”
    He
chuckles. “Thank God.”
    “I wasn’t
that bad.” I murmur and sigh when he brushes his fingers down my cheek.
    “Let’s
just say I’m happy to have my wife back.”
    “They
warned us when we started the whole fertility treatment thing that the hormones
would make me wacky,” I remind him.
    “Well,
they were right.” He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m still pretty sure you were
trying to kill me by hypothermia.”
    I giggle
and kiss his chin. “The meds gave me hot flashes.”
    “Well,
it’s nice to have you back to normal, and I’m so damn thankful it worked.”
    God, I
love him.
    “Me too.
The clinic called, checking in on me, and to let me know that in three months
we can start trying again if we want to.”
    “So soon?”
His eyes go wide and his hands still, while his body stiffens beneath me.
    “Some
couples start trying again right away because it can take so long for it to
work, and we’re not getting any younger.”
    “Not yet.”
He shakes his head adamantly and palms my cheek in his hand.
    I frown up
at him. I’m not ready to try again either, especially with as rigorous as
fertility treatments are, but this response surprises me.
    “What’s
wrong?” I ask. “I thought you wanted more.”
    “I do, but
not yet. Sophie is four months old. We’re still getting used to being parents.
Besides,” he swallows and kisses my forehead. “The emotional shit that came
along with it not working for three years before we conceived Sophie was hard
enough on me, but I know it was ten times harder on you. I’m just not ready to
watch you go through that again. Not yet.”
    His
magnificent blue eyes are fiercely serious, the frown-line between his them
prominent. I reach up and smooth it with my middle finger.
    “I’m not
ready, either, Eyes. I’m happy with it being the three of us for a while.”
    “Good.” He
sighs and rests his forehead on mine. “Let’s just enjoy our family for a while.
Make love when we feel like it, rather than when a chart says we should.”
    I grin up
at him. Having a normal sex life again sounds great to me.
    “You
know,” I sit up, straddle his hips and run my fingers through his soft, dark
blonde hair. One of his big hands cups my ass and the other trails leisurely up
and down my spine.
    “Yes?” he
asks gruffly.
    “There’s
nothing that says we can’t practice.” I grin down at him and nuzzle his nose.
    He nods
thoughtfully, as though he’s considering my words carefully.
    “True.
Plus, there’s this new technique I’ve wanted to try with you.”
    “Oh? And
what is that?” My body begins to hum as he slides those hands under my shirt
and over my skin, up my back, around to cup my breasts.
    “Dirty
Fireplace At A Lake Cabin Sex.” He gives me that seductive smile and I giggle
down at him.
    “Oh,
please, by all means, give me a demonstration.”
    “You don’t
have to ask me twice,