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against the hard ground with his own body, then rolling us so
he’s on top of me, pressing me into the soft, wet snow.
    “You’re in
so much trouble,” he murmurs.
    “I swear,”
I giggle and twist beneath him, trying to get away. “I didn’t do it.”
    “You are
such a bad liar. You just threw about thirty snowballs at me.”
    “I didn’t
throw the first one.”
    “Uh, huh.”
He laughs and grabs a handful of snow and holds it over my face.
    “Don’t you
dare!”
    His eyes
are dancing menacingly. “What’ll you give me if I spare you?”
    “A hug.”
    “Lame.”
Snow is smeared into my hair.
    “Damn it!”
I giggle and twist some more, but it’s no use against his strong body.
    “Try
again.”
    Because
it’s my only defense, I grip his face in my hands and pull him down to me,
kissing him thoroughly. His fingers burrow into my hair and he responds
immediately, brushing his lips over mine, back and forth, then diving in
deeply, his tongue dancing with mine.
    I spread
my legs, and he settles his hips between them, allowing me to cradle him, and I
feel his erection against me.
    “Mmm,” I
moan and roll my hips, making him gasp.
    He slows
the kiss, so it’s lazy and unhurried, gently nibbling my lips.
    “You’re so
sweet.” He murmurs. “Look at me.”
    I open my
eyes to see him gazing down at me, his hands are rhythmically brushing my hair.
    “I love
you, Stace.”
    “I love
you too, Eyes.”
    He smiles
lovingly, kisses my lips chastely, then my forehead and pushes himself off me,
pulling me with him.
    “Come on,”
he keeps my hand in his and pulls me toward the house, trudging through the
slippery snow.
    “Where are
we going?” I ask breathlessly.
    “Shower.
I’m sweaty and I want you naked.”
    Yes,
please.
    He’s in a
hurry. He leads me through the house, heedlessly leaving a trail of wet snow
behind us, to the master suite. “Strip,” he commands and leaves me to start the
shower in the impressive bathroom.
    I grin as
I hear the water start. I love it when he gets all bossy and sexy on me. I
quickly peel my wet clothes off and pile them at the end of the bed. I’ll wash
them later. Isaac stalks out of the bathroom, all naked, his face still
determined, and… all mine.
    Instead of
leading me back into the bathroom, he sweeps me up into his arms, startling me.
    “Whoa!
Someone’s impatient.”
    He grins
down at me and kisses me hard and fast.
    “I’ve been
waiting all morning for you to wake up. You were so tired, I wanted to let you
sleep in, but I’ve been desperate to be inside you. So I decided to split the
wood to relieve some of the energy.”
    “You don’t
seem to be lacking in energy,” I reply dryly.
    “Yeah, it
didn’t work.”
    He carries
me into the shower and gently sets me on my feet. This shower is freaking huge.
The tile is dark brown and gold, and there are multiple shower heads at
different heights, as well as a rain head directly over us. The water is hot
and quickly fogging up the entire bathroom.
    Isaac
pushes me into the hot water and grabs my shower gel. He squirts it into his
palm and rubs his hands together, creating lather. He closes his eyes and
breathes in deeply.
    “I love
the smell of this. I love smelling it on you all day.” His hands glide over my
torso, my breasts and arms. My head falls back on a sigh as I enjoy the gentle
strokes of his expert hands.
    “Turn
around,” he murmurs and I comply. He lathers my back in broad strokes,
massaging and kneading my muscles. “You are so fucking sexy, baby.”
    I moan in
response and lean back against his chest, lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps
his arms around me as the water cascades down our bodies, rinsing the soap from
my body.
    “My turn,”
I murmur and turn in his arms to face him. I mirror his movements from earlier
with his body wash, lather my hands, and glide them over his wet, muscular
body. He closes his eyes and sighs, enjoying my touch.
    I wash
every sexy, hard inch of him,