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remembered.”
Sam felt his face heat up a little under Mac’s scrutiny, and all of
a sudden wished he had taken more time on his own appearance.
But if that burning, hungry stare was any indication, the Texan
wasn’t put off by Sam’s disheveled state or the fact that he hadn’t
even bothered to shave. Thank fuck.
“Get in,” Sam all but growled. He didn’t take his eyes off the
guy for a second. Once he was inside, he asked, “Where to?”
As soon as Tex gave him the name of a trendy hotel in
Chelsea, Sam rolled up his window and put his hand on the gear
stick, and maybe because he was busy looking at the rearview
mirror to make sure no other cars were coming, he never noticed
Mac move until it was too late.
A gasp jumped from his throat. He snapped his head to the
side and zeroed in on his own hand, covered by the Texan’s
slightly bigger one.
“Rough couple of days, huh?” Mac’s voice was low, his thumb
gently caressing Sam’s obviously injured knuckles.
Sam cleared his throat and tried to pull his hand back, but
seemed to be frozen in place by Mac’s touch. “You could say
that.”
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“Then let’s hope I can make it a little better for you, darlin’.”
Nodding, he took a deep breath when Mac removed his hand
and settled in the passenger seat, leaving a tingling sensation
behind and Sam feeling completely off balance. He wanted to
tell the big guy nobody ever touched him without his explicit
permission… then he wanted to tell him to bring that hand back,
but wrap it around his cock this time.
He wanted to tell him he had no use for words of endearment,
even if that sexy as fuck accent made them sound prettier. He
wanted to tell him to get the hell out of his damn truck.
But he didn’t.
Goddammit, what was wrong with him? Why was he
overlooking actions that would be deal-breakers with any other
potential lay? Was it because the guy was going back home the
next day and there was no chance of Sam running into him
again? Or because Sam wanted him so damn much he couldn’t
see straight anymore? Whatever the reason, it didn’t stop him
from pulling his SUV out of the parking spot and driving them
to Mac’s hotel.
They didn’t say a thing during the short trip and that was fine.
Sam had never been one for small talk. He had no problems
sharing his body—to an extent—but his thoughts and feelings
were off limits.
He took a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy when Mac’s clean,
spicy scent hit his nostrils and filled his lungs. Christ. Whatever
that cologne was, it had the same affect on Sam as pheromones,
which was odd and annoying, as he was usually indifferent to
such things.
The anticipation permeating the interior of his truck was
damn tangible, and the not so subtle way Mac kept glancing at
his mouth, hands, and crotch with those intense cat eyes of his
had Sam on the brink of combustion. It was madness, and all of
a sudden he felt it was imperative that he take care of business
fast, then get the heck away from the gorgeous blond as soon as
he could manage.
50 Taylor V. Donovan
After finding a parking spot they strode through the hotel
lobby, always keeping a safe distance between them. Once inside
the elevator they both leaned against the far wall and allowed
for their shoulders to touch. Mac’s desire was obvious in his
labored breathing, clenched jaw, the tension on his insanely
broad shoulders, and the wild pulse on his thick neck. Sam
couldn’t remember anyone wanting him so badly before…or him
reciprocating.
By the time they reached the fifth floor the sexual tension was
off the charts. There was no disguising the primal, unadulterated
lust that had grabbed them both literally by the balls.
“I’m all the way down the hall.”
Mac pointed to their right and Sam considered getting back in
the elevator and going home. Because the sight of that muscular,
tanned arm lightly dusted with blond
Sam felt his face heat up a little under Mac’s scrutiny, and all of
a sudden wished he had taken more time on his own appearance.
But if that burning, hungry stare was any indication, the Texan
wasn’t put off by Sam’s disheveled state or the fact that he hadn’t
even bothered to shave. Thank fuck.
“Get in,” Sam all but growled. He didn’t take his eyes off the
guy for a second. Once he was inside, he asked, “Where to?”
As soon as Tex gave him the name of a trendy hotel in
Chelsea, Sam rolled up his window and put his hand on the gear
stick, and maybe because he was busy looking at the rearview
mirror to make sure no other cars were coming, he never noticed
Mac move until it was too late.
A gasp jumped from his throat. He snapped his head to the
side and zeroed in on his own hand, covered by the Texan’s
slightly bigger one.
“Rough couple of days, huh?” Mac’s voice was low, his thumb
gently caressing Sam’s obviously injured knuckles.
Sam cleared his throat and tried to pull his hand back, but
seemed to be frozen in place by Mac’s touch. “You could say
that.”
six DegRees of Lust 49
“Then let’s hope I can make it a little better for you, darlin’.”
Nodding, he took a deep breath when Mac removed his hand
and settled in the passenger seat, leaving a tingling sensation
behind and Sam feeling completely off balance. He wanted to
tell the big guy nobody ever touched him without his explicit
permission… then he wanted to tell him to bring that hand back,
but wrap it around his cock this time.
He wanted to tell him he had no use for words of endearment,
even if that sexy as fuck accent made them sound prettier. He
wanted to tell him to get the hell out of his damn truck.
But he didn’t.
Goddammit, what was wrong with him? Why was he
overlooking actions that would be deal-breakers with any other
potential lay? Was it because the guy was going back home the
next day and there was no chance of Sam running into him
again? Or because Sam wanted him so damn much he couldn’t
see straight anymore? Whatever the reason, it didn’t stop him
from pulling his SUV out of the parking spot and driving them
to Mac’s hotel.
They didn’t say a thing during the short trip and that was fine.
Sam had never been one for small talk. He had no problems
sharing his body—to an extent—but his thoughts and feelings
were off limits.
He took a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy when Mac’s clean,
spicy scent hit his nostrils and filled his lungs. Christ. Whatever
that cologne was, it had the same affect on Sam as pheromones,
which was odd and annoying, as he was usually indifferent to
such things.
The anticipation permeating the interior of his truck was
damn tangible, and the not so subtle way Mac kept glancing at
his mouth, hands, and crotch with those intense cat eyes of his
had Sam on the brink of combustion. It was madness, and all of
a sudden he felt it was imperative that he take care of business
fast, then get the heck away from the gorgeous blond as soon as
he could manage.
50 Taylor V. Donovan
After finding a parking spot they strode through the hotel
lobby, always keeping a safe distance between them. Once inside
the elevator they both leaned against the far wall and allowed
for their shoulders to touch. Mac’s desire was obvious in his
labored breathing, clenched jaw, the tension on his insanely
broad shoulders, and the wild pulse on his thick neck. Sam
couldn’t remember anyone wanting him so badly before…or him
reciprocating.
By the time they reached the fifth floor the sexual tension was
off the charts. There was no disguising the primal, unadulterated
lust that had grabbed them both literally by the balls.
“I’m all the way down the hall.”
Mac pointed to their right and Sam considered getting back in
the elevator and going home. Because the sight of that muscular,
tanned arm lightly dusted with blond
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