“That doesn’t mean explore the bedroom, Isaac.”

“I know, I know.” He grinned, his eyes flashing with heat. “Maybe once?”

I fought a smirk. “Let’s check in, for God’s sake.”

He listened. We went together inside, carrying the kittens in their box, and hit the reception desk. Isaac checked us in and got the key. We were shown to our little beachside house right after, and I was thrilled to see there were provisions for the cats, too.

“Let me know if you need anything,” the guy said.

“We will. Thank you.” Isaac slipped him a tip in his handshake and shut the door behind him.

I collapsed on the huge bed that overlooked the beach. My God, I was tired. Isaac stopped to let the cats out then threw himself down next to me.

The whole bed bounced with the weight of his body, and I grunted when I bounced up and landed right next to him. He swept me straight into his arms and pulled me on top of him, humming when he kissed me.

I just about resisted the urge to moan into his mouth. He slid his hands over my body and flipped me over onto my back, pinning me in place. I laughed into his mouth and gripped his shoulders. I was so ready for this vacation with him and my cousin and the animals and everyone else.

“Agh!” Isaac cried, arching his back. “That’s it! Lucifer stays in the fucking box when I want to fuck you!”

Laughter burst out of me, and I covered my face with my hands. Of course it was Lucifer.

I’d picked that name for the little devil.

“Don’t fucking laugh at me, Hannah. Get the little sod’s claws out of my shoulders.”

Still giggling, I crept out from under him and extracted the Lord of Darkness from his shoulders as carefully as I could. “Better?” I said, putting Lucifer in my lap.

Isaac sat up straight and eyed me carefully. “Mm. He and I need a little word.”

Grinning, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me. “He loves you.”

“I love you,” he said, kissing me. “The kitten… not so much.”

“Don’t tell Spring, whatever you do.”

“I love you, too, Isaac,” he muttered. “Thanks for driving eight hours down here, Isaac.”

I shoved him. “Love you, dork. Now go take a shower. You smell.”

He stared at me with those green eyes I loved so much. “Thanks. Love might be blind, but it can smell exceptionally well, I guess.”

I grinned. “Damn right it can.” I stood. “And I’m coming with you, so make sure you lock the door.”

He pursed his lips and breathed out an, “Ooh.”

And that was that.

No. Cats. Allowed.

THE END

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