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I shrug. “It’s not like I’ve got anywhere else to go.”
A big smile spreads across his face. His teeth are perfect. Straight and white. The little dimples on either side of his mouth make me weak in the knees.
“Exactly,” he says, “so we might as well make the most of it.”
He hobbles off towards the kitchen. I can’t help but stare at his ass as he walks away. It’s one of the best asses I’ve seen in a long while. Maybe ever.
“Besides,” he yells over his shoulder, reaching into one of the cabinets and taking out a pair of wine glasses, “I owe you, Keira. You saved my life out there. And then all the medical stuff you did. Cleaning my wounds. Rubbing in the ointment. I don’t know what I would have done without you. The least I can do is treat you to a nice meal.”
As if on cue, my tummy rumbles. The last thing I eat was that half a box of doughnuts on the way up here. And, Nash is right. He does owe me a nice meal. What else is he going to do? Cook all the food and eat it himself while I sit here watching him?
I flick my hair over my shoulder. There’s nothing wrong with a quiet dinner between two strangers trapped in a cabin in the middle of a storm.
So what if he’s six-foot-five of spectacular, muscle-clad flesh. With a six-pack. Huge arms. Dark, sexy tattoos all over his biceps, shoulders, and chest. So what if his smile is the smile equivalent of a Gucci handbag. I’m a grown-ass woman. I can keep my pussy in my pants if I have to. All I’ve got to do is make it through the night. Then everything will be okay.
“Okay, okay,” I say, “I've already said yes. A meal sounds great. But then I really do have to go to bed. I’ve got a lot of things to do in the morning. Important things. I want to be out of here as soon as the storm’s over.”
4
Nash
I slipthe last chunk of steak into my mouth and lean back in my chair. “That was delicious,” I say.
Keira takes a sip of her wine. The light from the fire dances across her face. She’s so damn beautiful. It’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself. My cock’s been stiff ever since I set eyes on her.
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. This is the woman of my dreams.
“Not bad,” she says, “for a city boy.”
I can’t help but smile. She’s been at me all night. Pretty soon I’m going to have to take her to the bedroom and teach her a lesson. “Hey,” I say, “I grew up around here.”
“Oh, yeah. When was that? About the same time dinosaurs were roaming the earth?”
I run my hand through my hair. It’s true, I’ve got a lot more gray than I used to. But I never really think of myself as old.
50 is the new 21. Or at least, that’s what I keep reading in on all the blog articles and Instagram posts that pop up in my feed.
“How old do you think I am?” I say.
A sudden thought flashes through my mind. Does she think I’m too old?
She tilts her head down and looks at me from beneath long thick lashes. “Old enough to be my dad,” she says.
The throbbing in my cock is almost unbearable. I can feel the precum oozing out into my briefs. There’s nothing I want more than to ravage this sexy, young woman’s body.
But I have to control myself
I don’t want her thinking I’m some wild animal. I don’t want her to think that this is just a one-night stand.
Once I make love to her, there’s no going back. For either of us.
I’ll claim her with my cock, and then I’ll marry her and I’ll put a baby in her tummy and I’ll spend the rest of my life fucking her brains out and protecting her and treating her and licking her pussy when she’s got a headache and she’s waiting for the aspirin to kick in.
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, pushing my hand across the table until our fingers are almost touching.
“Depends,” she says.
I rub my thumb along the side of her hand. She doesn’t pull away. “On what?” I ask.
