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I nod and wind my window up because otherwise, I’ll tell her all the ways she can make it up to me, like sitting that juicy ass on my lap and bouncing until I’m so hard I take her right here, in the street, like the beast she’s turning me into.
I can’t believe it, but I can’t deny it either. It’s happening.
I’ve finally found my woman, and nothing’s going to stop me from making her mine.
Chapter Two
Callie
My whole body is thrumming with the aftershocks of the crash as I inch the car to the side of the road, into an alleyway between two apartment buildings, joining the sleek black BMW I slammed into.
I can’t freaking believe I did that, pulling out like that without looking. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes when I think about how horribly wrong it could’ve gone, how much pain I could’ve caused.
This is going to be a nightmare. I don’t have insurance and the man in the car sounded like he was ready to tear me apart for my stupidity.
I climb from my car and look over at the BMW. The windows are tinted, showing me a reflection of myself, making me look like a scared teenager instead of an independent twenty year old woman.
Slowly, the car door opens and the man steps out.
I try not to gasp as my gaze roams over him, all six and a half feet of him. He’s wearing a pale blue shirt that can barely contain his muscles, his chest seeming to bulge, to pulse with his anger. His eyes are a stark wolfish blue and his lips are twisted into a savage smirk like he’s going to laugh as he dismantles me. His hair is silver, glistening in the sunlight.
Something aches deep inside of me, something I’ve never felt before. My whole body starts to pulse and my sex grows tight, hot, inappropriate wetness threatening to flood my panties.
I close my eyes for long a moment, as though that will push away the sensations.
But when I open them and the man is standing bare feet from me, all I want to do is throw myself at him, tear my fingernails down his chest until they snap against his rock hard muscles.
What the heck has gotten into me?
I never react like this around boys.
But he’s no boy.
He’s all man.
“So that wasn’t very smart,” he practically growls, a shiver in his voice.
He looms over me like any moment he could snap into action, lash his hand out and curl it around my throat. I quickly kill any hopes I might’ve had that he feels the same irresistible feeling that burns up inside of me because obviously, he doesn’t.
Obviously, he’s just a handsome older man pissed that a doofus twenty year old slammed into his car.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
“What the hell were you doing?”
“I’ve got this delivery job, food delivery, and I was trying to get back to the restaurant so I could make the next order. My boss is a bit of a hard ass, always on my case. And my mom… Well, it doesn’t matter. Is the damage really bad?”
He gestures to his car.
I peer around him and see that the rear of the car is dented and the paint is scuffed, silver showing through. Like the silver of his hair – hair I want to run my fingers through, savoring the feeling of him, the closeness.
I need to stop. It’s ridiculous. He’s pissed at me.
He’d laugh if he knew what I was thinking.
“Somebody could’ve been hurt.”
Throwing my hands up, I take a step back. There’s too much energy pulsing between us, even if it’s all in my head, even if he looks like he’s ready to snap me in half.
“I know, I know. Do you think I’m happy about what happened? I feel like the biggest jackass in the world. And now I’m going to miss out on a night’s pay, or maybe lose my job. I need that freaking job because of my mom…”
“What about your mom?” he growls. “You’ve done that twice now, mentioned her, and then fallen silent. What is it?”
I let my gaze drop.
Looking at him is too difficult, sending my overactive imagination into carnal places, hot springs of lust and need pulsing inside me. It’s so out of place, so freaking annoying, how untamed this stranger makes my thoughts.
“It doesn’t matter. I can pay for the damages.”
He sighs darkly. “What’s your name?”
“Callie,” I tell him. “Callie Simpkins.”
“Nice to meet you, Callie.” He reaches across and offers me his hand. “I’m Conrad Cage.”
I stare at his large strong hand for a moment, wondering what it would feel like to be grabbed by a hand like that, for him to squeeze down on my thigh and then drag it up toward my sex.
I’m standing here like a doofus, staring at him. I quickly take his hand and shake it.
