be crowded with travelers waiting out
the storm. There’s a McDonald’s there if you’re hungry. “
“There’s also a fucking Motel 6.” Okay, great, reveal how
desperate you are, that’ll help seduce the sexiest woman he’d ever known.
“You’d take me to a motel?” she whispered, as if the idea of
fucking around in a cheap motel didn’t offend her in the slightest. “That’d be
a first. I’ve never gone to a motel with a guy.”
“I’m serious. Keep talking, we’re pulling off and you’re the
first to get naked.”
“I’m that distracting?”
“Yes,” he gritted out. She had to know that her voice, a
sexy combination of Kathleen Turner and New Englander, was driving him nuts
already. He was getting hornier by the second.
“Truth be told, I’d be honored to share a motel room with
you, but it is best if we go home. We’ll be more comfortable.”
Damn, Taran’s cock slumped in defeat. Driving on to Boston,
he realized Samantha referred to the brownstone as home.
Chapter Five
After they arrived in South Boston and parked in the lot
across the street from the Maddox brownstone, Sam waited in the truck while
Taran walked around to the passenger side to help her out.
His house was at the end of the row, with a side and
backyard and a kitchen entrance. It was gorgeous, had been remodeled a few
times and had a big red front door. The brownstone was also larger than outside
appearances told, boasting several floors, an attic, a basement and numerous
rooms.
Not wanting him to perceive her nervousness, and not sure
how long she could contain it, she breathed in and out. She was a
thirty-eight-year-old consenting adult about to embark on a sexual relationship
with Taran Maddox.
He would turn thirty in August, but she’d never thought of
herself as a cougar. Despite his age, Taran had a wisdom about him that belied
his years. He took pride in his family and friends, established himself as a
successful lawyer and business owner and was the kind of man any woman could
count on.
And if she stayed the current course, he could be hers, yet
she was scared out of her mind. Not because she thought Taran was going to turn
into a monster, she was afraid because her heart was already his.
While she’d been daydreaming, he reached her door, opening
it and offering a hand. “Are you ready to go inside, doll?”
“Yes,” she answered, her heart racing as though she’d run
from Framingham to Boston.
“Make sure you are. Once we’re inside the house, there’s no
going back.”
“I’m ready,” she insisted, unbuckling her seatbelt and
accepting his hand.
He held her steady as she descended. Her heavy combat boots
protected her feet from the three inches of snow that’d fallen so far. Relieved
to know Luke was home with his aunt, she sighed and squeezed Taran’s hand in a
silent thank you.
“Wow, the snow’s cranking up fast,” she observed, as snow
flew into her face.
“Saw there was a chance of a storm when I was watching the
news before my morning run. Guess the weather guy was right,” Taran said. “You know
what they say about New England weather?”
“If you don’t like it, wait a minute and it’ll change,” she
answered, totally not thinking about snowstorms. She was wondering how long
it’d be before they hit the sheets…or if they’d make it to a bed at all the
first time. “Do you run every day?”
“As often as I can,” he answered, bringing her up close and
personal to his body to keep her warm and protect her from the driving snow.
“Ah oh, I should warn you, I’m not a morning person by
nature. If you’d like, we could run in the afternoons when we’re off work.”
“That sounds like a plan. I’ve been running less often
lately, mainly because of kung fu with Alex. That’ll whip anyone’s ass into
shape.”
They made their way across the street, crushing snow as they
headed to the kitchen entrance.
“Ever make snow angels when you were a kid,
the storm. There’s a McDonald’s there if you’re hungry. “
“There’s also a fucking Motel 6.” Okay, great, reveal how
desperate you are, that’ll help seduce the sexiest woman he’d ever known.
“You’d take me to a motel?” she whispered, as if the idea of
fucking around in a cheap motel didn’t offend her in the slightest. “That’d be
a first. I’ve never gone to a motel with a guy.”
“I’m serious. Keep talking, we’re pulling off and you’re the
first to get naked.”
“I’m that distracting?”
“Yes,” he gritted out. She had to know that her voice, a
sexy combination of Kathleen Turner and New Englander, was driving him nuts
already. He was getting hornier by the second.
“Truth be told, I’d be honored to share a motel room with
you, but it is best if we go home. We’ll be more comfortable.”
Damn, Taran’s cock slumped in defeat. Driving on to Boston,
he realized Samantha referred to the brownstone as home.
Chapter Five
After they arrived in South Boston and parked in the lot
across the street from the Maddox brownstone, Sam waited in the truck while
Taran walked around to the passenger side to help her out.
His house was at the end of the row, with a side and
backyard and a kitchen entrance. It was gorgeous, had been remodeled a few
times and had a big red front door. The brownstone was also larger than outside
appearances told, boasting several floors, an attic, a basement and numerous
rooms.
Not wanting him to perceive her nervousness, and not sure
how long she could contain it, she breathed in and out. She was a
thirty-eight-year-old consenting adult about to embark on a sexual relationship
with Taran Maddox.
He would turn thirty in August, but she’d never thought of
herself as a cougar. Despite his age, Taran had a wisdom about him that belied
his years. He took pride in his family and friends, established himself as a
successful lawyer and business owner and was the kind of man any woman could
count on.
And if she stayed the current course, he could be hers, yet
she was scared out of her mind. Not because she thought Taran was going to turn
into a monster, she was afraid because her heart was already his.
While she’d been daydreaming, he reached her door, opening
it and offering a hand. “Are you ready to go inside, doll?”
“Yes,” she answered, her heart racing as though she’d run
from Framingham to Boston.
“Make sure you are. Once we’re inside the house, there’s no
going back.”
“I’m ready,” she insisted, unbuckling her seatbelt and
accepting his hand.
He held her steady as she descended. Her heavy combat boots
protected her feet from the three inches of snow that’d fallen so far. Relieved
to know Luke was home with his aunt, she sighed and squeezed Taran’s hand in a
silent thank you.
“Wow, the snow’s cranking up fast,” she observed, as snow
flew into her face.
“Saw there was a chance of a storm when I was watching the
news before my morning run. Guess the weather guy was right,” Taran said. “You know
what they say about New England weather?”
“If you don’t like it, wait a minute and it’ll change,” she
answered, totally not thinking about snowstorms. She was wondering how long
it’d be before they hit the sheets…or if they’d make it to a bed at all the
first time. “Do you run every day?”
“As often as I can,” he answered, bringing her up close and
personal to his body to keep her warm and protect her from the driving snow.
“Ah oh, I should warn you, I’m not a morning person by
nature. If you’d like, we could run in the afternoons when we’re off work.”
“That sounds like a plan. I’ve been running less often
lately, mainly because of kung fu with Alex. That’ll whip anyone’s ass into
shape.”
They made their way across the street, crushing snow as they
headed to the kitchen entrance.
“Ever make snow angels when you were a kid,
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