“Oh, really?” He approached the bed. “Let’s see.” And he pounced.
She squealed but didn’t push him away. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Verifying the state of your panties.” Straddling her and pinning her down with his chest, he left room to get his hand on her jeans. “Gonna stop me?”
Her eyes glittered. “No.”
“Good.” He unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. “Because you were asking for this.” Damn, she was gorgeous with her dark hair spread out against the snowy comforter and her cheeks pink with excitement. And no bra under that sweater.
He backed off.
“Giving up?”
“Repositioning.” Spanning her waist with both hands, he scooted her farther up on the mattress. Bonus, her unfastened jeans came partway off, taking her panties along for the ride. “That’ll do.” He grabbed hold of them. “Definitely wet.”
“Told you.” She was breathing fast, which made that soft sweater tremble.
“I believe you also wanted me to notice these.” He drew her sweater up and tucked it under her chin.
“Possibly.”
“Message received.” He settled in, taking one pert nipple into his mouth as he slid his hand between her thighs.
She came quickly, which was what he’d intended. His cock desperately wanted to join the party but that wasn’t gonna happen.
She needed to call Claudie. He needed to make sure they ate dinner. After that, they’d have uninterrupted time to explore the possibilities.
Mila was here, in his space, in his bed. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He still couldn’t quite believe his good fortune. But he’d fudging make the most of it.
Chapter Six
Giddy from the prospect of more sexual adventures with Cole, Mila did a lousy job of sounding casual on the phone with her sister. Claudie would grill her when she came home.
Whenever that was. The later she came through the door, the more Claudie would suspect something had happened.
“Sounded like she was giving you a hard time.” Cole stood in front of the stove making grilled cheese sandwiches that smelled great. A saucepan of tomato soup sent up tendrils of steam.
“She was just being Claudie.” She’d spent the phone conversation gazing at him and wishing every woman in the world could have a moment like this. First he’d loved the daylights out of her. Then he’d loaned her a pair of sweats and set about fixing her dinner. What more could a girl ask for?
He glanced over his shoulder. “Do you think she knows?”
“She strongly suspects. She’s been teasing me about you ever since the wedding.” She set his phone on the kitchen island. “What can I do to help?”
“Bowls and plates are in the cupboard to my right, placemats and napkins in the left-hand drawer under the island. Utensils in the drawer next to it.”
“Bien.” She left the plates and bowls on the counter by the stove and moved over to the kitchen island. Two stools faced the fireplace. “I’d better move this Christmas tree. Where should it go?”
“Anywhere’s fine.”
“I’ll set it on an end table for now, but it needs to be near a socket so you can plug in the lights.”
“Understood.”
She wanted to see how it looked in his space when it was lit, but now wasn’t the time to fool with that. “The Beaver Bunch only got to do one song. Would they like to give us a show during dinner?”
“Probably. I’ll ask them.”
“Do they have names?” She’d found napkin rings and pulled the napkins through them.
