Page 69 of Lethal Threat
Her voice has a shake and I feel like a dick for scaring her.
Not even bothering to stomp off my boots, I pull her into my arms. “False alarm. A broken tree limb. Sorry if I scared you.”
She sags into me. “Whew. I was worried about you.”
I don’t want her to worry about me, but damn if it doesn’t feel good that she cares.
“I’m fine, sweetheart. I can take care of myself.”
She presses herself closer. “I can still be concerned for you. Are you worried about something happening here?”
I press my nose into her snow-covered hair and kiss her ear. “Never have been before. Having you here makes me think about security completely differently.”
She tugs me closer by the front of my coat. “Thanks for looking out for me.”
I close my eyes and try to steady myself. When I get my shit together, my hands cup her face and I ask what I was going to ask before the interruption. “How would you feel about going to pick out a Christmas tree?”
Her eyes brighten like I’ve given her a diamond. “No way! Really? A fresh tree for the cabin?”
A diamond. Damn, why did I think that?
“Yep. I promised I’d pick one up for my parents today,” I say as I brush some snow off her damp hair. “I thought maybe it would be nice to have one here too.”
A broad smile replaces the worry she had a moment ago. “With decorations and all?”
That I hadn’t thought about.
“Um, I’m sort of out of my element on the decorationspiece. But I have a feeling I know someone who can help with that.”
As we are taking our coats off and dealing with the snow we tracked in, Sierra turns abruptly toward me. “Cole,whenis Christmas?”
“Three weeks.”
She frowns. “I swear it’s the weirdest thing being without my memories. I have no clue what I was doing all year.”
I know what she was doing seven months ago.
Being furious at me. Fighting to get her brother out of jail.
I can’t tell her this yet. Too much is at stake.
“Does it matter right now?” I ask.
“I guess not. I’m enjoying you. And the snow. And I’m pretty stoked about another orgasm or three.”
She wiggles her brows at me as her lips part.
I groan as my blood heats, and my cock begins to stir. The simple mention of an orgasm shuts my brain down.
“Stop. Don’t say that word or we won’t make it to the tree farm.”
“Do we have time for a quickie?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Sierra…”
She swipes her tongue across her full bottom lip. Lord, she’s sexy in my flannel shirt with that teasing gleam in her eyes.
“Come on, big boy. We can make it fast.”
