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“Thank you.”
I turn to face the window again, to get away from the intensity of his gaze. But it’s dark enough outside now that I can see him approaching in the reflection. His fingers start at my neck when he touches me, dragging down my spine before he wraps his arms around me entirely. The heat of his hands sinks through my dress and into my skin as he spreads his fingers across my stomach, pulling me against his body.
Breath tickles in my ear, and I shudder, goosebumps running across my skin. “I have condoms, Mrs. Staunton. Is it still on the table?”
I should say no and make it simpler for both of us. Sex will make things complicated. Clearly, as the main reason we are even in this situation is because we had sex within minutes of meeting each other. After the incident with the sledgehammer, Caleb could have thrown me off his property for trespassing, and I would never have seen him again or had the opportunity to get the house back. I should say no, let our agreement remain a business agreement only, and be grateful.
But my body is greedy, and I can pretend otherwise all I want, but I know that I’ve already decided. I decided yesterday when I said that it was on the table at all. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Good.”
He smells amazing wrapped around me, like pine and fresh air and something rich like leather. Every part of me is singing for him already like he’s the conductor of an orchestra and only he knows the music. It feels like I’m ready to fall into bliss and he’s barely touched me. All the nerves that I had during the actual ceremony are gone, erased by the attraction that glows between us.
Caleb kisses my neck. Chaste at first, and then it’s suddenly not. A simple kiss on my neck turns into something so much more. I tilt my head to the side to let him have his way with me, and he pulls my dress off my shoulder. Teeth graze across my collarbone, and his lips leave tingles in their wake.
Grabbing the other side of my gown he pushes that side off my shoulder too, so it’s barely clinging to me, ready to fall to the ground and bare me completely. The lowcut back of this gown means that I couldn’t wear a bra, so one little nudge and my breasts will be exposed. His lips are on my neck, and his eager hands make me think he’s about to strip me, but then they still.
My new husband spins me around to him and away from the window, kissing me furiously. “This is only for me,” he says, before picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder like a caveman. Like a soldier on the warpath intent on conquering.
“What are you doing?” I yell, completely unsettled by being so suddenly swept off my feet and moved around like I’m a piece of luggage.
“Taking you to our bedroom,” he growls, walking a few steps down the hall and into the other room. This bedroom is fully furnished and gorgeous. I like what he’s done with it, but I barely have time to notice that before he drops me on the bed and is striding to the massive windows and closing all the curtains.
I put my arousal aside for a minute and feel furious. I don’t like being moved around like a ragdoll. “Let’s talk for a minute about what rights you have. Picking me up like a fucking caveman is not one of those rights. I’m a person, you know?”
“Yes, I know, and we can talk about the extent of my rights tomorrow.” He yanks the final curtain shut forcefully.
I smirk. “You think the bears are going to get a good show if you don’t close those up tight?”
“Can’t be too careful.”
“You probably can be.”
My suitcase is in the corner of the room, and I realize that he never meant for me to stay in the guest room. He didn’t even think about it. He wanted me here. In his bed.
Fire sizzles through my veins. “I think we should have that talk now,” I say. “Otherwise we might forget.”
He doesn’t respond, instead pulling me to my feet and finishing the work that he started in the guest bedroom, pushing the dress off my shoulders and letting it float to the floor. He backs me to the bed, hand on my chest and pushes me back until I’m lying down, and I can’t seem to find my voice anymore.
Caleb grabs the shoes off my feet and tosses them aside before sliding my panties off. Those disappear too. He’s grinning now. “Seems I learned how to shut you up. Now, let’s see if I can make you scream.”
I don’t have a chance to protest, and five seconds later I don’t want to because Caleb has pushed my legs apart and buried his tongue in my pussy. “Oh fuck.”
