Wrapped in bliss, inhim, I can’t help but smile in disbelief. How did I ever find this incredible man?
Still, as I stare at the light streaming in from outside, reality starts to sink back in.
That’s right.
The dish.
“I know that cougar is still out there, but we need to do the roof,” I eventually whisper against his skin. “While it’s still daylight. We don’t know how long it’s going to take.”
He reluctantly nods. “I know.”
But neither of us moves.
Not yet.
Because right now, wrapped in each other’s arms, we can pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. No roof, no rescue, no impossible complications.
And for just this moment, that’s enough.
21
Gregory
I’m supposed to be fetching the ladder, but I keep watching Sorrel move around the great room instead.
She’s collecting our makeshift noise makers from where we dumped them on the floor. The pots and wooden spoons that we used during the firewood run. Her hair is still messy from sex, and she’s wearing my Columbia hoodie. The fabric hangs past her fingertips and I want to strip it off her and fuck her again right here right now.
Fuck.
Not helpful when we’re about to climb onto a steep roof with a goddamn mountain lion circling the property.
She catches me staring and her cheeks flush pink. That tells me she’s thinking about it, too. About the way I made her ride my thigh until she was begging. About the way I made her cum again and again after that.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, but there’s no heat in it.
“Like what?” I ask casually.
“Like you want to devour me.”
I grin wickedly. “I do want to devour you.” I cross the room and cup the back of her neck, tilting her face up. “Every single inch. But first we need to clear that fucking dish and call for rescue.”
Her expression shifts from desire to fear almost instantly, and I hate it. The worst part is, I’m not sure if it’s the cougar she’s afraid of.
Or rescue.
Orboth.
“I know,” she whispers.
I should let her go. Should focus on getting the ladder and not dying on an icy roof.
But I don’t.
So I just hang on.
Finally, I kiss her once, hard and fast, then force myself to pull away.
I head down to the basement storage room and return with the extension ladder. It’s aluminum and awkward, but manageable. I prop it against the wall near the mudroom entrance.
