Jackson Hole Valentine (17 page)

She moved her hips against his in a sensual rhythm as old as time, shivers of desire traveling up and down her spine. Cole held on to her hips, guiding her up and down in a steady rhythm she couldn’t resist.

Just when she thought she couldn’t stand any more pleasure, he captured her mouth in a deep, hot, tongue-tangling kiss that mimicked the fast, hard, frantic mating of their bodies. Meg surged against the pleasure swelling like the tide inside her.

Her body trembled and she tried to hold on, but he continued to pump his hips up and down, again and again, every thrust harder than the one before until she cried out, her body convulsing around his shaft, milking him, shuddering with the force of her own release.

Cole opened his eyes the next morning to the feel of Meg’s soft lips against his neck. He stretched and slid a hand up her bare arm. “Now, this is the way every day should begin.”

Meg chuckled and rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers toying with the hair on his chest. When she brushed the small bud of his nipple, Cole’s breath hissed between his teeth and his body jolted.

“It’s only six—” she found his other nipple buried in the curling mat of hair and rubbed her thumb over the tight bud, the edge of her nail scraping ever so lightly “—and I thought if we were really quick we might have time—”

A wave of heat swept through him. “I like the way you think.”

Reaching up, he grasped her arms and pulled her to him for an openmouthed, intimate kiss. Though they’d already made love several times during the night, he was ready to do it again.

“I like the way you kiss.” Meg let her head fall back, baring her neck and throat to his lips, a purr of pleasure rumbling in her throat.

“The way you smell drives me crazy,” he said, nuzzling her ear and kissing her neck.

Cole brushed the hair back from her face with a gentle hand then kissed her with an intensity that had them both breathing hard in seconds.

With a low groan, he pulled her on top of him. As much as he’d have liked to have mixed up the positions, for now his knee limited the possibilities. Still, that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun....

His hips surged upward, his mind conjuring up images of naked limbs entwined, of his body filling her as he thrust hard and deep. His hand had slipped downward, to the part of her that was already swollen with need, when he heard the noise.

From Meg’s sudden stiffening, she’d heard it, too.

A knock. And then another.

“Uncle Cole.” Charlie’s voice sounded from the other side of the locked door. “Can I come in?”

For a second, Cole froze.

Meg gasped and rolled off of him. She grabbed a corner of the sheet, attempting to cover herself as if she feared Charlie would come storming into the room any second.

“The door is locked,” he mouthed, finding reassurance in the knowledge.

“What’s wrong, bud?” Even as he forced a calm tone, Cole swung his legs over to the side of the bed and stood, quickly shuffling his way to the closet. He began tossing on clothes, conscious of Meg doing the same thing behind him.

“I can’t find Aunt Meg,” Charlie wailed, pounding on the door. “I think she left us.”

“She didn’t leave,” Cole called back.

“How do you know?” The little boy whimpered.

Cole turned to see Meg kick her bra and panties beneath the bed and straighten her dress.

“Because she’s here with me,” Cole answered.

“I didn’t go anywhere, Charlie,” Meg called out. She surveyed Cole’s running pants and T-shirt then gave a short nod of approval. “I got up early to help Uncle Cole with his exercises.”

Jerking the comforter up over the tangled sheets, Cole took a seat on the edge of the bed then gestured to Meg to open the door.

“I’m sorry I worried you, sweetie.” She opened the door, and his son, still in his firefighter fleece footie pajamas, fell into her open arms with a sob.

Cole’s heart clenched at the tearstained face.

“I went to your room.” The little boy hugged her tight, his voice thick with tears. “But you weren’t there. I looked in the kitchen but you weren’t there, either.”

Meg stroked the top of Charlie’s head. “I’m sorry, baby. Aunt Meg just didn’t think you’d be up so early.”

Over the child’s head, her gaze met Cole’s and her lips lifted in a rueful smile. Today they’d both learned a valuable lesson, one that undoubtedly countless parents had discovered before them.

No time was a completely safe time for sex. Not with a child in the house.

“Why
are
you up so early?” Cole asked. “Do you feel okay?”

Charlie tilted his head back, his eyes still shiny with tears.

“Today is the party,” the child said as if that explained everything. He turned back to Meg. “Didn’t you tell him?”

“Of course she did,” Cole said immediately. He thought for a split second. “That’s why I asked Aunt Meg to help me with my exercises this morning. I wanted to make sure my leg is in tip-top shape for the party tonight.”

It was a pitiful excuse but the best Cole could think of on short notice.

Charlie nodded solemnly, seeming to accept the explanation. “Did Aunt Meg make it all better?”

Cole resisted the urge to look at Meg. “You know…it
is
better now.”

“I can get on my clothes real fast. Then can we go?” Charlie wrenched himself from Meg’s arms, no trace of the tears remaining. “I want to play with Connor and Caleb.”

Travis’s mischievous twin boys were in Charlie’s first-grade class, and they, along with their parents and three other siblings, would be at the party tonight.

“We won’t be leaving for the Delacourts’ house until five,” Meg explained.

“Five o’clock is a long time away,” Cole stressed, wanting to make sure Charlie understood they wouldn’t be getting into the car anytime soon.

Charlie looked abashed for a second then began hopping from one foot to the other. “Can we have pancakes for breakfast?”

Cole stifled a yawn, wondering how anyone could have such energy before the sun had been given a chance to rise. Of course, he’d probably be more ready to embrace the day if he’d slept more than a few hours last night.

“Can we have pancakes, Aunt Meg?” Charlie repeated when she didn’t immediately answer. “Please?”

“Of course.” Meg smiled. “Uncle Cole and I picked up some chocolate chips when we were at the store. You can toss a few into the batter, if you’d like. But first you have to wash your hands.”

“I’ll wash ’em right now.” Without another word, Charlie galloped from the room.

“With soap,” Meg called after him.

Cole raised a brow. “Chocolate-chip pancakes?”

“If you don’t like them, we can make some without the chips.” Meg bent to reach under the bed. She pulled out a white lace bra and matching panties then dropped them into his top dresser drawer. “I’ll be back later to retrieve these.”

“Be sure to come when you have time to stay and…visit.”

For a second she hesitated, and he feared she was going to say that last night was a one-time event and she’d gotten him out of her system.

Instead she grinned. “Absolutely.”

As she sauntered to the door with her hips swaying from side to side, Cole realized two important facts.

One, a single night with her hadn’t been enough. If anything, it had only increased his desire for her.

Two, she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath that dress.

He wasn’t sure which fact caused him the most distress.

Chapter Twelve

T
here was no denying it. The Delacourt home in the mountains just outside of Jackson had been transformed into a winter wonderland. When Meg turned into the circular drive in front of the large stone-and-wood house, she had to smile at Charlie’s excited shriek.

Meg was equally impressed. By the brightly colored lights decorating the snow-covered trees and shrubs. By the antique sleigh filled with lit packages of every shape and color. Even by the simple evergreen wreath with a big red bow hanging on the front door.

Her family had never done much in the way of decorating for the holidays. Merely shopping for gifts for eight children had taken most of her mom and dad’s spare time. Yet Meg had yearned for a home filled with wreaths, garland and a tree with all the trimmings.

Decorating her own apartment had always seemed like too much work for only one person to enjoy. Next year, though, she would do it. For Charlie. And for herself.

This year she vowed to make the holidays special for the little boy who now proudly carried her food offering to the house.

Nick and Lexi, along with their daughters, Addie and Grace, greeted them at the door, taking their coats and thanking them for the relish tray before pointing them in the direction of the great room.

As she and Cole and Charlie passed from one room to another, Meg quickly discovered the holiday decorations hadn’t been confined to the exterior of the home. Sugar-coated gingerbread candles greeted them with a delicious scent when they stepped into the hall. Mistletoe hung over every doorway.

In the great room a collection of old-world Santas marched across the mantel while orange flames danced in the hearth. A large fir tree, decorated with garlands of cranberries and popcorn, stopped just shy of the twenty-foot ceiling.

A sumptuous spread had been set buffet-style on a large table. Covered in a red tablecloth, a thick gold velvet ribbon had been wrapped around the upper sides of the table and tied in bows. Small evergreen wreaths hung at regular intervals, providing a hint of color.

Charlie loved it. Or at least he loved the light coat of gold glitter over the top of the table. She and Cole simply exchanged smiles when the boy insisted it was “real” gold but didn’t attempt to correct him.

Mary Karen, her sister-in-law, strolled over at that point, one of her baby twins on her hip. Dressed in a form-fitting red sweater dress, Meg would never have known she was the mother of five.

“Hi, M.K.,” Meg said, using her brother’s nickname for his wife. She glanced around the room. “I don’t know why but for some reason I thought this was a sit-down dinner.”

“That was how it was initially planned, but we all thought a buffet would be better.” Mary Karen paused to disentangle several long blond strands of hair from her daughter’s chubby fingers. “Look at the selection. Everyone should be able to find something they like.”

Mary Karen widened her smile to include Cole and explained that after choosing from a wide array of gourmet foods, the adults could take their plates to any number of tables scattered throughout the main level of the house. A “children’s table” had been stationed in the kitchen. Lexi and Nick had hired a couple of high school girls to supervise the children, leaving the parents free to mingle.

Her sister-in-law then turned her attention to Charlie. Meg hadn’t been sure how the boy would react to leaving her side. Once again he surprised her. When Mary Karen asked if he’d like to sit at a table with her three boys and have some “creamy cola spider,” Charlie immediately put his hand in hers and waved a cheery goodbye to Meg and Cole.

“Makes me feel important.” Cole chuckled and rested a hand against the small of Meg’s back.

“It only gets worse,” Meg said in a light tone, doing her best to ignore the heat radiating from his touch. The fact that the tantalizing scent of his spicy cologne surrounded her only made it that much more difficult to focus.

“Wait until he’s a teenager,” she finally managed to stammer. “I guarantee there will be times when he won’t even want to be seen with you because he’s afraid you’ll do or say something to embarrass him.”

“Sounds like you speak from experience.” Cole slanted a sideways glance. “But you’re not that much older than your youngest sibling. I can’t imagine any of them not wanting to show off their beautiful older sister.”

Meg met his gaze, knowing he had to be teasing. After all, he had to remember how gawky and awkward she’d been back then. The look of admiration in his eyes took her by surprise.

“Trust me,” she said when she finally found her voice. “To a sixteen-year-old brother, a twenty-two-year-old sister is ancient. Zac was absolutely mortified each time I was called to his school because of something he’d done.”

“Zac?” Cole cocked his head. “He’s the youngest.”

“That’s right,” Meg said, surprised he remembered. It wasn’t like he’d ever been over to the house or formally introduced to her family. The realization gave her a momentary twinge. “Zac and Ian are actually twins. Although they’re identical in looks, on the inside they’re as different as night and day.”

Cole took two Candy Cane Swirl martinis from a passing waiter and handed one to Meg. “How so?”

“Ian always knew he wanted to be a mechanical engineer and he made that happen.” Meg took a sip of the drink and realized the tension that had once existed between her and Cole had disappeared. They were having a very nice conversation and she was enjoying it. “He never gave Travis or me a moment’s worry. Zac, on the other hand, well, let’s just say
trouble
could have been that boy’s middle name.”