“Yes, she is,” he responds with a grin. I can’t help but smile at them.
“Why?” she gazes earnestly into Isaac’s eyes, which are eye-level with hers.
“Cause she’s sleepy.”
Josie smiles sweetly. “Okay.”
And off she goes to continue feeding the deer with her sister.
“You’re good with kids, Isaac,” Jules says casually while watching her parents help the girls feed the animals.
“What do you want, brat?”
“I can’t say something nice to you without wanting something?”
Isaac laughs and tucks Sophie’s binkie in her mouth. “Okay, thanks. I think.”
“For the love of the baby Jesus in a manger will you stop!” Jules suddenly exclaims and we all break out laughing at the sight of Natalie and Luke in another passionate embrace.
“Give it up, Jules.” Luke mutters and dips Natalie low, giving us all a show.
“God, I hate you.”
Chapter Eight
“We’re sitting in the back,” Isaac murmurs in my ear as we enter the movie theater. It’s a weeknight, so there aren’t many other movie-goers in the plush seats.
“I’m so not making out with you in a movie theater,” I mumble and hear him chuckle.
“Yes you will.”
“I’m not sixteen.”
I climb the steps to the top and we claim seats directly in the middle. We are in a theater that offers reclining leather loveseats rather than the typical theater seats. It’s new, and I swear to God, I’m never going to another run-of-the-mill theater ever again. Isaac raises the armrest, effectively converting the space into a cozy leather loveseat. We settle in and wait for the movie to start.
“I can’t believe you agreed to watch a chick flick,” I shove a handful of popcorn in my mouth and take a sip of soda.
“I don’t plan on watching much of it.”
“I’m not making out with you during the movie. I’ve been waiting for this movie to come out for weeks.”
“I’ll buy it for you on Blu Ray.” He shrugs and bites his hotdog almost in half.
“Then why did we spend almost fifty dollars to come to the movies?” I ask.
He grins at me and swallows. “Movie Makeout Date.”
“Excuse me?” I ask with a laugh.
“We’re on a date.”
“Clearly.”
“At the movies.”
“Okay.” I frown up at him and then immediately return his lazy smile. God I love it when he looks at me like that. His eyes are all happy and cocky.
“Where it’s dark.” He pulls me closer to his side and wraps his arm around me, resting his hand on my hip and whispers in my ear, “and no one can see me touch you.”
Holy shit, he just turned me on in a movie theater.
“How long have you had this little daydream?” I ask him dryly.
“Since I was about thirteen.”
I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder while I munch on my popcorn. A few more patrons file in and find seats, well below our perch in the back row.
The lights dim as the movie starts. After fifteen minutes, I set my popcorn tub on the floor, having had my fill, and lean back into my warm husband. He shifts in the wide seat until his back is against the armrest and he pulls me between his legs, wraps his arms protectively around my shoulders, and kisses my hair.
With a big sigh, I relax into him. The actors in the movie are passionately arguing, and then are suddenly kissing, just as passionately. Isaac’s hand roams from my shoulder blade down to my ass, where he gently rubs small circles around my derriere.
He’s not going to give up on his quest to make out.
He tips my chin up and brushes his lips across mine, so lightly I can barely feel it. It’s just a whisper of a kiss. His lips tickle the sides of my mouth, my jaw line. He gently kisses my nose. His hand sinks into my hair and he claims my mouth again, still with absolute gentleness.
I sigh against him, and open my lips for him, inviting him to take the kiss deeper, and he answers my invitation eagerly, dipping his tongue inside to play and tease mine, then nibbling my lips again. He pulls back and brushes my hair rhythmically with his fingers.
“Watch the movie,” he whispers.
Oh right, the movie.
I lay my head back on his chest and feel him kiss my hair and grin. The hand on my ass pulls up and then slides back down, under my jeans, and cups my cheek firmly. His large, warm hand feels heavenly, and I have to physically put my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning out loud.
He’s such a tease!
His other hand moves down from my hair, over my shoulder, and he brushes the backs of his fingers against the side of my breast, then back up again to my neck, where he knows I’m the most sensitive and very gently moves his thumb back and forth over the spot that makes me tingle all over.
Okay, we can both play this game.
I run my hand firmly down his side, against his ribs, to his hip and under his t-shirt so I can feel his abs. God, they’re so toned and hard. And warm. And clenching and flinching under my touch.
I grin and continue to tickle him lightly, with just my fingertips, tracing the ridges of his muscles up around his ribs. His erection is growing against my stomach but my eyes are still glued to the screen, although I have absolutely no idea what’s happening in the movie at this point, I shift to the side and unbutton his jeans and slip my hand inside.
He gasps softly as I grip his hardness in my palm and tease him. The hand on my ass clenches and moves down between my slick folds. “Wet,” he murmurs against my hair and he kisses my head.