“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.

Suddenly he pushes me back, buttons his jeans and yanks me out of the seat, pulling me behind him to the isle and down the steps.

“Where are we going?” I whisper loudly.

He doesn’t answer until we’re out of the theater and walking down the sidewalk.

“Eyes, what are you doing? The movie…” He pushes me up against the wall and pins me with his body, holds my wrists up at the side of my head and he kisses me voraciously, consuming me and making love to me with his mouth.

“Blu Ray,” he growls, his eyes molten blue and he’s pulling me behind him again to the car. “I need to get you home and naked. Now.”

“Well, okay then.”

***

Where did all these packages come from? I’d just poured myself my first cup of coffee and was headed back upstairs to shower and get ready for the day before Sophie wakes up, but when I pass by the Christmas tree, there are at least a dozen brightly wrapped gifts with big bows added to the gifts I’d already wrapped and placed under the tree last week.

Setting my coffee on an end table, I kneel on the floor and reach for a big red box with a gold bow.

“Hands off.”

I snatch my hand back and sit on my heels and look back at Isaac guiltily. “I didn’t touch anything.”

“You were about to.”

“Where did these come from?” I ask and gaze back at the pretty boxes.

“Uh, Santa?” I glare back at him.

“It’s not Christmas morning, smart ass.”

“Calling Santa a smart ass is not being a nice girl. Keep being naughty, and you’ll get coal.”

“I’ll show you naughty…”

Sophie’s whimpers come through the baby monitor, and I know I only have twenty minutes, tops, to shower before she’ll insist that it’s time to get out of her crib for the day.

“I’ll take a rain check,” Isaac murmurs and pulls me against him as I climb to my feet. “Later tonight?” he asks just before his lips brush over mine.

“It’s a date.” I grin and kiss his lightly stubbled chin, enjoying the way it feels against my lips.

“What are you up to today?” he asks.

“I’m taking Sophie to my mom’s this morning. She asked if she could keep her for a few hours, so I thought I’d take advantage of it and go to the grocery store and maybe get a pedicure. Your coffee’s on the kitchen counter.”

“Thanks, baby. Enjoy your quiet time.” He grins and kisses me on his way out the door to work.

“Don’t work too hard.”

***

“But, I don’t understand,” I reply to nurse Kimberly. “Why do I need to come back in? I was just in yesterday.”

“The blood work we ran yesterday has come back from the lab, Stacy, and the doctor would like to go over some things.”

What things?

“He said that everything was okay, and you’d be calling to let me know that the labs were normal. You can just give me the results now.”