Chapter Thirteen
Sierra had beenlooking forward to being with Connor for days. They’d both been on shift for the last forty-eight hours, and busy with it. But they were finally off and Connor was coming over after they both got some sleep. Because sleep wasn’t what would happen when they saw each other again outside of work.
He’d suggested they go snowshoeing, but she hadn’t put on all her layers yet. Ever since they’d made love again they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. With that in mind she’d worn her brand-new black thong and matching push-up bra set beneath her jeans and sweater.
Connor kissed her when he came in but instead of taking her into the bedroom, or to the couch, or up against the wall, he set her away from him and said, “We need to talk.”
Lovely. “That’s never a good sign. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. We just need to talk.” He took her hand and led her to the couch.
“You realize that’s what my ex said when he told me he was in love with another woman and wanted a divorce.”
He looked startled. “No, I didn’t know that. We don’t really talk about your ex. Not since the first time we met. Even then it was just the bare facts.” He took her hand and led her to the couch. “That’s not what I wanted to talk about, anyway. In fact, that’s the farthest thing from my mind.”
“Oh. Well, that’s good. But what is on your mind?” It took him a while to answer her.
“There’s a charity ball in Bozeman coming up a week from Saturday. I owe the organizer a favor and this is his wife’s party. He wants me to go.”
“Are you asking me to go with you? Why are you making a big deal out of it? Of course I’ll go.”
“It’s formal. Black tie. I avoid that sort of thing whenever possible, but I’m stuck this time.”
“Formal doesn’t bother me. It sounds like fun. Is that all you wanted to talk about?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t sure you’d want to go.”
“I like parties.” She patted his arm. “You should know by now I’m up for whatever you want to do. Within reason,” she added.
“What do you consider unreasonable?”
“Well, I don’t want to skydive. And I’m sure there are other things I wouldn’t like.”
“Hmm. I don’t want to skydive either. So we have that in common.”
“Are you ready to go snowshoeing?”
“We could. Or we could order takeout and have a movie marathon.”
He smiled, that slow, sexy curve of his lips that made her want to rip off her clothes. And his. “Sounds like a plan,” he said, pushing her down on the couch.
He kissed her—a long, drugging kiss—and she put her arms around him. Part of her wondered if the party was really what he’d planned to talk about. But then his hand slipped beneath her shirt and bra and closed over her bare flesh. And she couldn’t think of anything beyond the sensations storming through her.
Would it always be like this? she wondered. Would his touch always ignite such intense feelings?
Before long they were both naked and he was poised at her entrance. Pushing inside her, he began to rock, in and out, faster and faster until she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Straining, she wrapped her legs around him and felt his hand between them, reaching down to caress and circle her clit, which sent her spiraling over the edge with a scream. Only then did he let himself go and came with a shout.
Sometime later, he said, “Sierra?”
“Hmm.” She felt boneless, too satiated to move.
He looked down at her, shook his head and kissed her.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He kissed her again before getting up and leading her to the bedroom. Then he went into the bathroom to clean up. She wondered what he’d been about to say, before he’d decided against it.
Surely he wasn’t falling for her. She wasn’t ready for that. Didn’t know when or even if she would be.
