any clothing at all.”
“Well lucky for me, it’s not up to you. But don’t you fret, my love, your needs will be well taken care of.” Holly nipped Ben’s ear and rubbed her hand just along his inner thigh. It was a subtle move, yet guaranteed to drive him wild.
His sharp intake of air let her know just how effective it truly was. “Let me guess,” he said, letting out the breath to presumably calm himself. With a second deep breath and a slight grunt, he lifted the first suitcase with two hands. “Your sisters helped you pack. Is there anything left in your closet?”
“Just that olive green shirt you don’t really like,” she said, smiling wide. “I’ll bet you’re wishing we got that luggage set I originally wanted. Remember? The one with the wheels?”
“Nope, I’m fine.” He began struggling to get the bag out the door.
“Do you want a hand?”
“No, no,” he replied with a grimace and gritted teeth. “I’ve got this.”
“You sure do, and may I say thank you for giving me a fabulous view of your rippling muscles under that shirt you’re wearing.” Holly followed Ben outside and playfully patted his behind before giving his arm a squeeze. “You will be duly rewarded later for your hard work.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to move later.” Lifting the bag with one final heave to get it into the trunk of his car, he groaned. “What’s in here, bricks?”
“Only a few,” she teased, walking into the house to get the second bag. Dragging it behind her, she brought it up close to the car as Ben continued to fiddle with the first suitcase. Might as well help the poor guy. After all, a resulting back injury would certainly put a damper on their romantic getaway. “I can get the last one.” She smiled a playful grin. “Why don’t you lift this into the trunk using only your pinky and give the neighbors a show of your true manhood.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said.
Before she could blink or even realize what had happened, he picked Holly up and laid her back on the hood of the car, passionately kissing her with her hands pinned over her head. Her shallow breaths slowly returned to normal as he pulled away slightly.
“Touché,” she whispered. “How long until we get to the cabin?”
“Three hours. Two and a half if I speed.”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice still breathy. “Speed it is. I’ll get the last bag, you start the engine.”
“I think I already have,” Ben laughed.
“I was referring to the car,” she said, shaking her head as she walked into the house once more. Thankfully, the third bag was the lightest of the bunch, which meant it was the most important of the three. It held her extensive collection of sexy lingerie. She locked up the house, put the bag in the trunk, and slid into the passenger seat, where Ben was ready and waiting to hit the road. “Hey,” she asked, as he pulled out of the driveway, “where’s your luggage? Aren’t you taking anything?”
Motioning to the backseat, he pointed behind him to a small duffel bag. “This, my love, is how you pack for two nights.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Rolling her eyes, Holly settled in for the long drive.
Music and conversation helped pass the time as they drove out of town making their way toward the expressway. A glimpse of her reflection in her window made her smile. She looked content, but not in a bored, stuck in a rut sort of way. It was the look one had when they’d reached a place of pure happiness and relaxation. Looking over to her husband as he drove up the highway ramp, she realized he had the same expression she did. Life was good.
“Ben?”
“Yeah, babe?” he asked, as he looked behind him to check oncoming traffic in order to merge on to the busy road.
“I know we said we weren’t going to talk about babies and stuff,” she replied, “but I’ve been thinking about what you said, about Nicholas helping us financially if we wanted to try another round of
“Well lucky for me, it’s not up to you. But don’t you fret, my love, your needs will be well taken care of.” Holly nipped Ben’s ear and rubbed her hand just along his inner thigh. It was a subtle move, yet guaranteed to drive him wild.
His sharp intake of air let her know just how effective it truly was. “Let me guess,” he said, letting out the breath to presumably calm himself. With a second deep breath and a slight grunt, he lifted the first suitcase with two hands. “Your sisters helped you pack. Is there anything left in your closet?”
“Just that olive green shirt you don’t really like,” she said, smiling wide. “I’ll bet you’re wishing we got that luggage set I originally wanted. Remember? The one with the wheels?”
“Nope, I’m fine.” He began struggling to get the bag out the door.
“Do you want a hand?”
“No, no,” he replied with a grimace and gritted teeth. “I’ve got this.”
“You sure do, and may I say thank you for giving me a fabulous view of your rippling muscles under that shirt you’re wearing.” Holly followed Ben outside and playfully patted his behind before giving his arm a squeeze. “You will be duly rewarded later for your hard work.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to move later.” Lifting the bag with one final heave to get it into the trunk of his car, he groaned. “What’s in here, bricks?”
“Only a few,” she teased, walking into the house to get the second bag. Dragging it behind her, she brought it up close to the car as Ben continued to fiddle with the first suitcase. Might as well help the poor guy. After all, a resulting back injury would certainly put a damper on their romantic getaway. “I can get the last one.” She smiled a playful grin. “Why don’t you lift this into the trunk using only your pinky and give the neighbors a show of your true manhood.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said.
Before she could blink or even realize what had happened, he picked Holly up and laid her back on the hood of the car, passionately kissing her with her hands pinned over her head. Her shallow breaths slowly returned to normal as he pulled away slightly.
“Touché,” she whispered. “How long until we get to the cabin?”
“Three hours. Two and a half if I speed.”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice still breathy. “Speed it is. I’ll get the last bag, you start the engine.”
“I think I already have,” Ben laughed.
“I was referring to the car,” she said, shaking her head as she walked into the house once more. Thankfully, the third bag was the lightest of the bunch, which meant it was the most important of the three. It held her extensive collection of sexy lingerie. She locked up the house, put the bag in the trunk, and slid into the passenger seat, where Ben was ready and waiting to hit the road. “Hey,” she asked, as he pulled out of the driveway, “where’s your luggage? Aren’t you taking anything?”
Motioning to the backseat, he pointed behind him to a small duffel bag. “This, my love, is how you pack for two nights.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Rolling her eyes, Holly settled in for the long drive.
Music and conversation helped pass the time as they drove out of town making their way toward the expressway. A glimpse of her reflection in her window made her smile. She looked content, but not in a bored, stuck in a rut sort of way. It was the look one had when they’d reached a place of pure happiness and relaxation. Looking over to her husband as he drove up the highway ramp, she realized he had the same expression she did. Life was good.
“Ben?”
“Yeah, babe?” he asked, as he looked behind him to check oncoming traffic in order to merge on to the busy road.
“I know we said we weren’t going to talk about babies and stuff,” she replied, “but I’ve been thinking about what you said, about Nicholas helping us financially if we wanted to try another round of
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