“Which is why you’re wearing my jacket and I am not.”
“Looking for a medal?”
“Just you, naked under me. Hypothermia would put a damper on that.”
“You’re all heart.”
“Nothing about this is heart. It’s pure sex. I want you, and you want me. We made a deal.”
“Wouldn’t want to forget about the deal.”
I climbed the last stair. “Oh, we won’t.” I put her down on the porch. The wind hadn’t blown through yet so most of the snow was isolated to the paths and road. By morning it would encroach on the three yards deep of decking.
She tried to make space between us, but I wasn’t having it. If I allowed it, she’d be crossing the room and we’d end up in separate rooms for the night. I needed to remind her of what happened in the office, in the closet, and almost happened on the plane.
I hauled her in and dropped my mouth to hers. She was stiff for a moment. I could taste snow on her. The clean, bright cold on her lips gave way to a soft moan and her hands went from gripping my shirt to my shoulders. I unlocked the door by touch and pushed her and our bags inside.
A lone light was on in the corner, and the fire was already roaring in the main living space. It would be too easy to stop there. She needed a bed. Some women got off on the wild and the danger of being discovered. Kay seemed to have a little of that inside her, but I suspected there was far much more traditional romance lurking under her smart mouth and candy cane lips.
She started to kick her boots off.
I swept her back up into my arms. “No, leave them on.”
“Do you have a thing for my boots?”
“I like you almost as tall as me.”
She swallowed. “On a bed that doesn’t matter.”
“Who said we’re going for a bed first?”
“Then why are we going upstairs?” Her blue eyes were wide and a touch of fear seemed to tinge them. Was she afraid of me?
“When you see my room, you’ll know why.”
“Is that what you say to all the girls?”
“No. You’re the first to see my place up here.”
Her eyebrows snapped down and I shut her mouth with mine again. The staircase was grand and had been created to allow for the vaulted ceilings. I took a right and headed for the master bedroom. It was the only bedroom on the right half of the second floor. I liked the space and the view.
“Lights,” I said between kisses.
A trio of small lights created a soft glow in my room. She gasped at the huge California King four poster that dominated the space. A huge stone fireplace stood opposite the bed, but the real showcase was the huge window. My view looked over the village and the lake. The Adirondacks filled the night sky as snow fell in fat flakes.
I set her down on her feet. She immediately went to the window. Exactly why I’d bought the place in the first place. The view was stunning.
I followed her, then lowered my mouth to her ear. “See why I wanted the boots on?” I set her hand high on the glass. “I’ve never had someone match me in height.” I skimmed my fingers along her belt and flicked open the buckle. “I’ve hoarded this view to myself.”
“It should be shared,” she said in a reverent whisper.
“And now it is.”
“Look at the lights, Linc. The entire lake is lit up.”
My fingers tightened on her hip. Christmas was alive and well here in Lake Placid. The town liked to keep it simple and classic with white lights. Enough that I could look at it as a decorative detail, and not the festive colors of the holiday.
When I’d bought the cabin, it was to be filled with loved ones and light. The small town below was created for vacationing with a family. But things had changed. Sheridan had changed—and it had become my solace.