there, locked together, neither willing to be the first to break the connection.
Finally, Laura pulled away, resting her forehead against his. “I haven’t had sex in a really long time,” she admitted.
“Neither have I.”
“I’m counting in years, Bryan.”
He grinned. “Oh. Then I revise my previous statement. I haven’t had sex in a while.”
She laughed, then decided she didn’t want to start something that she potentially couldn’t finish. “Should we also revisit that comment you made in the restaurant?”
He tilted his head, confused. “Care to narrow it down for me?”
“The control thing.”
Bryan leaned closer and placed a quick, hard kiss on her lips. “That’s not going to be a problem for us.”
She studied his face, trying to decide if his answer was enough. Hell, she didn’t have a clue what he meant.
Bryan didn’t give her a chance to ask for clarification. “Trust me, Laura.”
Trust was a leap of faith, but it didn’t matter. Laura was one of those people who saw the best in someone until they proved her wrong. Bryan had done nothing to betray her trust, so…he had it.
“You wanna come in?”
“For coffee?” he asked.
She leaned back and slapped him on the upper arm. “No, not for coffee. What the hell have we just been talking about?”
Bryan laughed. “I was kidding, Laura. I’d love to come in.”
“Good.”
They walked to her townhouse, bundled together against the brisk, winter wind. After spending nearly thirty minutes in the sauna-like conditions in his car, the cold air went through her like a knife. She struggled to put her key in the door, her hands suddenly shaking.
She wanted to blame the frosty air, but she feared reality was setting in with a vengeance. She had invited a man into her apartment with the intention of sleeping with him. What the hell was she thinking? Dressed Laura looked a hell of a lot better than naked Laura.
Bryan placed his hand on hers, helping her guide the key into the slot. “Slow and easy, hotshot.”
The nickname gave her a much-needed boost of confidence. She was forty-three years old. If she wanted to fuck a man on the first date, it was her call to make.
They walked inside together. Bryan closed the door, then looked at her.
She pointed to the deadbolt. “Lock it.”
Bryan threw the lock into place, then reached for her, shoving her against the door. His lips took hers in a kiss that was the polar opposite of their sweet exploration in the car. This touch was hungry, demanding, powerful. And so fucking hot.
Laura wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him closer as Bryan’s hands drifted inside her coat to cup her breasts. She broke away from the kiss, gasping for air. Bryan released her breasts and dragged her right back, demanding more of her kisses. His tongue met hers halfway as they started stripping each other out of their coats, dropping them to the floor.
Bryan’s hands returned to her breasts, squeezing them firmly with strong, sure hands.
Laura ran her fingers along his arms, enjoying the feel of his muscles. He mentioned belonging to a gym, but it was clear he actually worked out there rather than paying the monthly dues then sitting on the couch the way Mason had.
Bryan unbuttoned her blouse, opening the material roughly, a sexy move he could have ripped straight out of a movie. He stepped away and looked down. Laura was amazed by her distinct lack of inhibition or embarrassment. His gaze roamed her body like she was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. And, in his arms, she actually felt that way.
Her hands rested on his hips, but her grip on her patience slipped. She was hot and horny and ready for so much more.
Laura reached for Bryan’s belt. His gaze flew to her face. She’d shocked him. A slight smile tilted her lips. Good. Bryan Sinclair hadn’t seen anything yet. She wasn’t some young, inexperienced miss. Slowly, she dragged the belt from its loops, then she unbuttoned his
Finally, Laura pulled away, resting her forehead against his. “I haven’t had sex in a really long time,” she admitted.
“Neither have I.”
“I’m counting in years, Bryan.”
He grinned. “Oh. Then I revise my previous statement. I haven’t had sex in a while.”
She laughed, then decided she didn’t want to start something that she potentially couldn’t finish. “Should we also revisit that comment you made in the restaurant?”
He tilted his head, confused. “Care to narrow it down for me?”
“The control thing.”
Bryan leaned closer and placed a quick, hard kiss on her lips. “That’s not going to be a problem for us.”
She studied his face, trying to decide if his answer was enough. Hell, she didn’t have a clue what he meant.
Bryan didn’t give her a chance to ask for clarification. “Trust me, Laura.”
Trust was a leap of faith, but it didn’t matter. Laura was one of those people who saw the best in someone until they proved her wrong. Bryan had done nothing to betray her trust, so…he had it.
“You wanna come in?”
“For coffee?” he asked.
She leaned back and slapped him on the upper arm. “No, not for coffee. What the hell have we just been talking about?”
Bryan laughed. “I was kidding, Laura. I’d love to come in.”
“Good.”
They walked to her townhouse, bundled together against the brisk, winter wind. After spending nearly thirty minutes in the sauna-like conditions in his car, the cold air went through her like a knife. She struggled to put her key in the door, her hands suddenly shaking.
She wanted to blame the frosty air, but she feared reality was setting in with a vengeance. She had invited a man into her apartment with the intention of sleeping with him. What the hell was she thinking? Dressed Laura looked a hell of a lot better than naked Laura.
Bryan placed his hand on hers, helping her guide the key into the slot. “Slow and easy, hotshot.”
The nickname gave her a much-needed boost of confidence. She was forty-three years old. If she wanted to fuck a man on the first date, it was her call to make.
They walked inside together. Bryan closed the door, then looked at her.
She pointed to the deadbolt. “Lock it.”
Bryan threw the lock into place, then reached for her, shoving her against the door. His lips took hers in a kiss that was the polar opposite of their sweet exploration in the car. This touch was hungry, demanding, powerful. And so fucking hot.
Laura wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him closer as Bryan’s hands drifted inside her coat to cup her breasts. She broke away from the kiss, gasping for air. Bryan released her breasts and dragged her right back, demanding more of her kisses. His tongue met hers halfway as they started stripping each other out of their coats, dropping them to the floor.
Bryan’s hands returned to her breasts, squeezing them firmly with strong, sure hands.
Laura ran her fingers along his arms, enjoying the feel of his muscles. He mentioned belonging to a gym, but it was clear he actually worked out there rather than paying the monthly dues then sitting on the couch the way Mason had.
Bryan unbuttoned her blouse, opening the material roughly, a sexy move he could have ripped straight out of a movie. He stepped away and looked down. Laura was amazed by her distinct lack of inhibition or embarrassment. His gaze roamed her body like she was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. And, in his arms, she actually felt that way.
Her hands rested on his hips, but her grip on her patience slipped. She was hot and horny and ready for so much more.
Laura reached for Bryan’s belt. His gaze flew to her face. She’d shocked him. A slight smile tilted her lips. Good. Bryan Sinclair hadn’t seen anything yet. She wasn’t some young, inexperienced miss. Slowly, she dragged the belt from its loops, then she unbuttoned his
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