Passion's Vintage - The Star - Tarot Series

“This way, my dear.” Connor held the cabin door open and motioned Bryn into the small, enclosed porch. “It’s very humble, but it’s private.” He closed the door firmly behind her, and she heard the click of a lock.

Bryn stomped her feet on the small rag carpet, knocking snow from her boots, and unbuttoned the long wool men’s coat. “I don’t want to intrude on your privacy...” She looked up at Connor. He towered over her. She hadn’t realized that he was quite so tall. She shrugged the coat from her shoulders.

Watching her, Connor’s brows rose in obvious approval. “I assure you, your company will be well appreciated.”

Bryn could practically feel his warm and appreciative gaze traveling down her body, taking note of her full bosom, her narrow waist and her rather robust bottom. She was suddenly pleased that she had worn the snug jeans and the body-hugging black sweater.

Connor smiled broadly. “Indeed, the pleasure is all mine.” He took her coat, hung it on a hook by the door and dragged his fingers through the long silver tail that hung over his shoulder, knocking loose a small amount of snow. “Why don’t you take off your boots?”

“Oh, okay...” Bryn bent over to pull off her boots. From the corner of her eye she watched Connor focus on her rump, then lean back, clearly looking between her legs.

He wants a view, does he? She grinned and spread her thighs just enough to let him catch a view of the plump division that outlined her female flesh.

He shook his head, whistled softly and yanked off his leather coat to hang it on another hook by the door. “Nick! I rescued some company for this evening!”

Bryn tucked her boots against the wall and straightened. With a soft sigh, she dug her fingers into the decorative twist of her hair. “How long do you think I’ll have to wait before I can go back to my car?” Her hair tumbled loose to fall to her hips in long strawberry-blonde waves.

Connor stared, then blinked. “Oh, I doubt you’ll be able to leave the mountain for the rest of the weekend at least.”

“The whole weekend?” She bit her lip. “But I’m due at the convention!”

Connor’s brows rose. “Would it be so bad, spending the weekend here with us?”

“I’d love to spend time with you, but the whole weekend? Are you sure you want my company for that long? What about your privacy?”

Connor’s gaze dropped to the full bosom encased in the thick black wool of her sweater, then leapt back up to focus on her mouth. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something you might do to show your appreciation.”

Bryn raised a brow and smiled. “I see.” She was a grown woman, and there wasn’t one red-blooded female she knew that would turn down an invitation to his bed, older or not. What could it hurt?