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“If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be. Or you can help me with my shower. You know”—he showed me his hands—“I’m injured and all.”
“Do you need me to wash your back?”
“Is that before or after you wash my cock?”
My mouth dropped open, and he stood, striding toward me. Each step was sexier than the last. It was the first time I noticed what he was wearing— sweatpants. My eyes shifted to the bulge swinging between his legs.
Holy shit!
He instantly noticed where my stare went. “Like what you see, darlin’?”
I swallowed hard, trying to play it off like I wasn’t impressed by what he was packing.
Once he was standing in front of me, he whispered in my ear, “Go take a shower before I eat you for breakfast instead.”
With that, he left his room, and I stayed there frozen.
Excited for the day ahead.
—Caleb—
She didn’t take long time to shower and get ready which I appreciated. There wasn’t much she needed to do to make herself more breathtaking than she already was. When she walked out into the kitchen, she was wearing a light pink summer dress that was tight on her breasts and loose toward her luscious ass. The white sneakers made her look fucking adorable.
She held onto the sides of her dress, giving me a little twirl, then throwing my question back at me, “Like what you see?”
“It’s shorter than I would have liked, but you’re going out with me, so I’ll allow it.”
“You’ll allow it? Umm … excuse me, old man. Last time I checked, only I control what I wear.”
“That was before you met me.”
“Hmm…” She put her finger up to her mouth in a contemplating gesture. “I’m going to let that red flag slide, but only because you saved me last night.”
In three long strides I was in her face. “Being protective is not a red flag, Evie. Last night proves that you need someone protecting you.”
She snapped, “Last night was a careless mistake that won’t happen again. I can take care of myself, Caleb. I’ve been doing it for a very long time.”
“Did I hit a nerve?”
“I don’t like being told what I can and can’t do. I’m not a little girl.”
“No, but you are very young, darlin’. Men can smell it on you.”
“Oh really? And what smell is that?”
Without thinking twice about it, I grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her, setting her on the kitchen island then stood between her legs. My hands stayed on her skin, rubbing her soft flesh with my thumbs. Her mouth parted, realizing our sudden change in position.
Leaning forward, I rubbed my lips along the column of her throat and inhaled her sweet scent.
“You smell good enough to eat.”
Her pulse heightened against my lips.
“Would you like that, Evie? My mouth on you?”
“Your mouth is on me.”
“It’s not your neck I want to kiss.”
