Page 135 of Lethal Threat
COLE
Christmas Day
I can’t think of a more perfect Christmas morning.
Not even when I got my first B.B. gun.
Nope, waking up and making love with Sierra was far better.
That says a lot. I had a helluva good time with my BB gun. This is worlds better. Grown up fun better.
The icing on the cake was the snow falling outside and the big down comforter piled high on top of us. Yes, I have a new standard for Christmas now.
But the day is young, and if I’m right, it’s going to be one we may never top.
I put the finishing touches on cleaning the kitchen. I’ve killed all the time I can. My feet carry me up the steps without thought. A thrill hits my veins. Better than adrenaline. This is euphoria.
I push the bedroom door open with my toe. A huge smile—so big it hurts—spreads across my face.
There’s an angel in my bed.
And she’s mine.
Sierra’s dark red hair is fanned out across my pillow, her perfect pink lips are curled into a tiny smile. Her post orgasm slumber lasted the whole time I made breakfast.
Setting the tray with our chocolate waffles on the nightstand, I watch her chest rise and fall evenly.
I’m frozen in a perfect moment. She looks so peaceful. I could see this sight every day for the rest of my life.
Too bad I have to wake her, but I can’t wait any longer.
Skimming my knuckle across her cheek makes me delirious. My heart swells with excitement. “Wake up, beautiful.”
Her lashes flutter. “Mmmm. Good morning again, sexy devil. Where have you been?”
“Making you breakfast.”
Sierra lets out a tiny yawn as she stretches. “That sounds so good. I need it after our little romp earlier. Now come back to bed. We don’t have to be anywhere until this afternoon.”
Of course, she knows I can’t resist. I straighten, tug the drawstring at my waist, and drop my flannel lounge pants onto the floor.
“Look at you.” Her voice is husky. From sleep. From the orgasm earlier.
I love the rough, sweet sound.
Her eyes trace over me appreciatively, warming my skin. “Breakfast in bed.”
I flash a grin. “Hot and ready.”
There’s warm affection in her gaze as she watches my cock grow. “My favorite meal. I could call it a happy meal.”
I chuckle. “Only this one doesn’t come with a tiny toy.Anyway, that’s for later. First, chocolate waffles, fresh strawberries, and warm maple syrup.”
Purring out a pleasurable groan, she flings back the covers. “I’ve died and gone to heaven. Waffles and you, I’m the luckiest girl alive. Come on, get in here, big guy. I want to pour syrup on that.”
I slide into the bed and set the tray on her lap.
She sighs happily. “Cole, these look incredible. They smell so good. I’ve never had chocolate waffles.”
