Cougar Wants [Cougarlicious] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Tate and living in such close proximity to the man who had caused her to cream her pants with just a smile. How could she share her home with such a sexy man without dragging him into her bed at the first opportunity? Would he change his mind about moving in once he saw her cottage in the daylight? Would he even show up today , or had he just been making a pass at her last night?
    Before daybreak, she rolled out of bed and went to her computer. She finished her work and sent th e week’s covers off to their publishers just after daybreak. After stopping to eat a breakfast bar and a hunk of cheese with her third cup of coffee, she headed into the littlest bedroom and began cleaning. It took her longer than she thought because she took time and quickly went through each box. The ones she wanted to keep she piled around one wall in the dining room. The others she carried to the street. Either the city would haul them off , or they would disappear into the pack of some garbage pile picker’s car.
    Once she finished clearing the room of its contents, she quickly wiped down the walls and mopped the floor.
    She had been sitting on the porch for nearly an hour, enjoying the beautiful day while still wrestling with how to deal with Tate and her reaction to him when a white pickup truck stopped in front of the house before backing into the driveway and parking. When Tate climbed out, her nipples tightened , and her pussy overflowed, her body demanding more of the sexy man.
     
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    Tate saw Kimber on the porch , as he pulled to a stop in front of the house in a blue denim dress that buttoned up the front that he knew would play havoc with his control. She did not look happy as the swing slowly swayed back and forth.
    He also noticed a number of boxes piled by the far corner of the yard next to the road. Had she already been busy? Pulling in, he parked and climbed from the truck, suddenly fearful she had changed her mind about renting him the room.
    He had dreamt of her the night before and woken up with the hard-on from hell. He ended up jerking off fast and dirty before even thinking about getting out of bed. Since it was his day off, he spent the morning packing. It had taken less than two hours to empty his room, a sad testimony that , at nearly thirty years old , everything he owned barely filled the bed of his truck.
    Climbing from the truck, his cougar snarled, wanting — no needing — to claim its mate. He took a deep breath to silence his beast as he slowly approached the porch. From her serious expression, he was half-afraid Kimber had decided against renting to him. Somehow he had to convince her that their living together would be a good thing in the long run, even if he had to hold off claiming her for a few weeks.
    “Good morning,” he said as he climbed the steps to the porch.
    “Morning,” Kimber replied , sounding less than enthusiastic.
    Looking closely, Tate thought she looked half-asleep as she sat cradling a large silver travel mug between two hands. “You okay?”
    “Didn’t sleep well,” she said , lifting the mug and taking a long sip. “Give me a few more minutes to get some more of this in my system , and we can start moving my stuff from your room into mine.”
    “Sounds like you’ve been busy,” he said.
    She nodded without another word, stubbornly staring past him , as if the bushes behind him contained all the secrets to life.
    “Care to share a cup of that?” he asked, nodding toward her mug.
    She nodded. “Coffeemaker is on the counter and mugs are in the cupboard above it,” she said before taking another sip.
    Tate entered the house and took a few minutes to look around before he headed to the kitchen. Like the sign he had taken home the night before, this part of the house was warm and colorful. The walls were a bright, but somehow soft, yellow that went well with the hardwood floors and white trim. The couch was blue denim , and the comfortable looking chair a deep - red.