Teague (The Family Simon 4)

Shadows from the fireplace flickered, lending an air of warmth to the room as Harry and Morgan slumbered.

“They’re tuckered out,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Sabrina’s forehead.

“Three hours outside building a snow fort will do that to you.”

“True.” He grinned. “That daughter of yours is one bossy little lady. She had Harry running mad getting the damn fort perfect.”

Sabrina sighed. “I hope she tones it down a bit.”

“Nah,” Teague replied. “I like her just the way she is. She’s just like her mama.”

The two of them cuddled in silence, listing to the wood crackle and enjoying the heat. Outside the wind moaned and ice pellets smacked against the window.

“We might be stuck in here for days,” Teague said, hands car

essing his wife as he turned slightly so that he could see her face.

She smiled up at him, her eyes shiny and full of love. This woman had no fear. She felt what she felt and it was there for everyone to see.

“That sounds kind of perfect,” she whispered.

“What the hell are we going to occupy ourselves with?” he asked, nipping at her neck.

She licked her bottom lip and something in her eyes changed. They got dark and smoky. “I’m sure we’ll think of something,” she said lightly.

“I’m sure we will.” He snuck another taste of the corner of her mouth.

“We could read.”

“Uh huh.”

“Play cards.”

“Sure.” God, she tasted better than ever.

“Make up ghost stories.”

“Or we could just have as much sex as we can manage until the storm lets up.”

Sabrina bit his bottom lip. “Is that all you think about?”

“Pretty much,” he responded with a grin.

She was silent for a few moments and then sort of sighed. Teague nudged her. “Hey. Is everything all right?”

She nodded. “Everything is…” Her voice trailed off and Teague sat up straighter, pulling Sabrina onto his lap.

“Bree?” He watched her intently, searching her face for any sign of trouble. “What’s going on?”

“Do you like Christmas?” she asked suddenly. “And presents?”

Christmas? He frowned, not understanding. “I do.”

Sabrina smiled, a slow sensual kind of thing. “Good,” she whispered, moving a bit so that she was able to press her lips to his mouth. It was gentle touch and gone much sooner than he would have liked. “I have an early Christmas present for you.”

Okay. He still wasn’t getting this.

She took his hand, the one that was currently buried in the thick hair at her nape, and slowly dragged it down her body until she pressed his palm into her stomach.