same set-up again. And two, I’m not wearing any panties.”
Bryan chuckled. “What do you mean by lord of the castle?”
She shrugged. “Mason had some rather archaic ideas about the man being in charge of the household. I was nineteen when we got married, too stupid and in love to question that concept. By forty, his controlling ways made me dream about castrating him while he slept.”
Bryan leaned back from the table and crossed his legs.
She laughed. “All I’m saying is I’ve been there, done that. Regardless of my desire to rediscover my lost youth, in that instance, I’m too old and set in my ways to play doormat for any man. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t reply immediately, but this time, Laura let the silence go.
“Fair enough. Could I entice you into fucking like teenagers in the backseat of my car, then?”
Laura covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her grin. She was extremely tempted by his offer, but while she might want to be young again, she didn’t exactly possess the same limber equipment she’d had twenty years ago. “I think I could be lured to participate in some of that.”
Bryan raised his hand to call the waiter over. “Check please.”
Laura laughed. “In a hurry?”
“Are you really not wearing any panties?”
Bryan’s gaze was one of unadulterated lust. Had anyone ever looked at her with such desire? She took the last sip of her wine, suddenly feeling thirsty and nervous and in need of fortification.
Bryan paid the tab, then stood and offered his hand. “Ready to go?”
She nodded and they left the restaurant hand in hand.
The ride back to her townhouse was made in silence as Laura filled every second with one panic attack after another. She hadn’t anticipated the evening going this way. Sure, Bryan had told her he wanted to fuck the hell out of her, but she’d dismissed those words, decided they were said in the heat of the moment.
Bryan had a wicked sense of humor. Laura had thought perhaps they were just indulging in some innocent flirting and dirty sexual innuendos.
Yeah, right. Had she honestly thought they’d have a nice dinner, talk, maybe go dancing, and then she’d offer him a bit more of that red-hot kissing he’d introduced her to without sex entering the equation?
Regardless of their unquestionable, off-the-charts attraction, things were moving too fast. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around what was about to happen.
Bryan pulled into the parking lot adjacent to her building and turned off the car. “Laura—” he started. His tone said it all.
She’d given away her nervousness. He was going to back out and let her off the hook.
Was that what she wanted?
She looked at Bryan’s handsome, concerned face.
Fuck that.
She was sick of the wise, old, never-take-a-chance woman she’d become.
New year. New Laura.
She reached across the console, leaning forward, while reaching for his shirt. She grabbed a handful of the cotton and used it to pull him toward her. Bryan met her halfway, their lips connecting in a kiss that triggered an arousal she hadn’t experienced in years. There was something so completely magical about Bryan’s kisses. Over the years, Laura had forgotten the intensity, the excitement that could be wrapped up in that initial touch of lips.
Bryan cupped her face, holding her as if she were not only the most precious woman on earth, but the hottest one as well. His fingers drifted along her cheek before he ran them through her hair. His grip tightened as if he were afraid she would change her mind and escape.
She wasn’t going anywhere without him.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.
Her hands rested on his shoulders, but she wanted more. Wanted to feel him—skin to skin. She ran her fingers over his jaw, loving the roughness that betrayed he hadn’t shaved since this morning.
Though it was winter outside, the temperature in the car had to be pushing a thousand degrees.
They remained
Bryan chuckled. “What do you mean by lord of the castle?”
She shrugged. “Mason had some rather archaic ideas about the man being in charge of the household. I was nineteen when we got married, too stupid and in love to question that concept. By forty, his controlling ways made me dream about castrating him while he slept.”
Bryan leaned back from the table and crossed his legs.
She laughed. “All I’m saying is I’ve been there, done that. Regardless of my desire to rediscover my lost youth, in that instance, I’m too old and set in my ways to play doormat for any man. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t reply immediately, but this time, Laura let the silence go.
“Fair enough. Could I entice you into fucking like teenagers in the backseat of my car, then?”
Laura covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her grin. She was extremely tempted by his offer, but while she might want to be young again, she didn’t exactly possess the same limber equipment she’d had twenty years ago. “I think I could be lured to participate in some of that.”
Bryan raised his hand to call the waiter over. “Check please.”
Laura laughed. “In a hurry?”
“Are you really not wearing any panties?”
Bryan’s gaze was one of unadulterated lust. Had anyone ever looked at her with such desire? She took the last sip of her wine, suddenly feeling thirsty and nervous and in need of fortification.
Bryan paid the tab, then stood and offered his hand. “Ready to go?”
She nodded and they left the restaurant hand in hand.
The ride back to her townhouse was made in silence as Laura filled every second with one panic attack after another. She hadn’t anticipated the evening going this way. Sure, Bryan had told her he wanted to fuck the hell out of her, but she’d dismissed those words, decided they were said in the heat of the moment.
Bryan had a wicked sense of humor. Laura had thought perhaps they were just indulging in some innocent flirting and dirty sexual innuendos.
Yeah, right. Had she honestly thought they’d have a nice dinner, talk, maybe go dancing, and then she’d offer him a bit more of that red-hot kissing he’d introduced her to without sex entering the equation?
Regardless of their unquestionable, off-the-charts attraction, things were moving too fast. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around what was about to happen.
Bryan pulled into the parking lot adjacent to her building and turned off the car. “Laura—” he started. His tone said it all.
She’d given away her nervousness. He was going to back out and let her off the hook.
Was that what she wanted?
She looked at Bryan’s handsome, concerned face.
Fuck that.
She was sick of the wise, old, never-take-a-chance woman she’d become.
New year. New Laura.
She reached across the console, leaning forward, while reaching for his shirt. She grabbed a handful of the cotton and used it to pull him toward her. Bryan met her halfway, their lips connecting in a kiss that triggered an arousal she hadn’t experienced in years. There was something so completely magical about Bryan’s kisses. Over the years, Laura had forgotten the intensity, the excitement that could be wrapped up in that initial touch of lips.
Bryan cupped her face, holding her as if she were not only the most precious woman on earth, but the hottest one as well. His fingers drifted along her cheek before he ran them through her hair. His grip tightened as if he were afraid she would change her mind and escape.
She wasn’t going anywhere without him.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.
Her hands rested on his shoulders, but she wanted more. Wanted to feel him—skin to skin. She ran her fingers over his jaw, loving the roughness that betrayed he hadn’t shaved since this morning.
Though it was winter outside, the temperature in the car had to be pushing a thousand degrees.
They remained
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