Page 74 of Lethal Threat
In no time flat, the tall, rock hard stud had me shouting out my orgasm as he bent me over the bathroom sink.
When he tosses me a wink, I blush the hottest I’ve ever blushed. Santa’s definitely going to skip our house this year.
Nolene turns around when she hears him laugh. Her gaze is filled with curiosity. Oh yeah she knows we’re getting it on.
Mortified, I clear my throat.
She brightens. “So, you’re coming for dinner tomorrow evening, correct?”
“I am. I mean,” Cole says as he locks his gaze on me. “I think I am. It’s all up to Sierra at this point.”
Nolene is beaming like the sun. “You’re going to love the family. They can be a bit overwhelming, but I know they’ll just be so happy to meet you.”
Cole saves me. “I’ll let you know, okay?”
“Of course, honey.”
“And I’m traveling for work next week, so my schedule’s a little up in the air. Speaking of, can you and Dad be on standby in case Sierra needs anything while I’m on an overnight training mission?”
Without hesitation, Nolene replies, “Of course, we’ll treat her like family.”
My vision is suddenly misty. What it must feel like to be surrounded by love like this. I can’t get the thought of that out of my mind as we drive home to Cole’s cabin.
“When do you leave?” I ask. Part of me is glad he’s going to be taking care of his business and not changing his schedule for me.
“Early Monday. For one overnight.”
“I’m fine to stay alone, you know.”
He glances at me. His brow is tight and his jaw is set. “I’m not a hundred percent comfortable with that idea.”
“What do you think could happen?”
He doesn’t look at me again as he navigates the snowy roads between his parents' place and the cabin.
Once he’s parked outside his place he turns to face me. Oh boy. I know that expression. He’s going to be all clinical on me.
“Even though you didn’t show signs of a serious TBI, you have amnesia, which is a sign of neurological trauma. Something could happen. And you’d be alone. I’m not happy about that idea.”
“Chill out, Mister Paramedic. I’m feeling fine.”
His narrow gaze tightens more. “At the moment.”
“I’m going to be okay.” I hope.
“I believe so too, but I’m not letting anything happen to you while you’re in my care.”
He turns the truck off. The vibe around him says he’s not convinced by my argument. I try anyway. “Is this open for discussion?”
I bet he’s shrunken more than a few grown men with the intensity of his stare.
I reach for his hand. Trace my eyes over the face that turns me inside out. “I love that you’re concerned. Thankyou. Let’s go put up the tree and not talk about this until we have to.”
He sighs, but his face remains hard. “Twist my arm.”
I twist his thumb instead.
He leans in and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Come on, hotshot, let’s whip up some Christmas.”
