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She’s right. She’s finally here, with me. We’re together, but this isn’t the way I want it to happen. I want our first time to be unforgettable.
ChapterTwo
Lake
Am I making a mistake?
On the one hand, I always wanted to know how Callahan Thorndale tastes. And I’ve discovered he tastes like nothing I’ve ever experienced before—a delicious blend of sweet and earthy, with a hint of something dark and mysterious.
Do I want to continue kissing him?
Probably. I can’t get enough of him. It’s hard to stop myself from exploring the contours of his mouth with my own, savoring every moment of this intoxicating kiss. I need more of him with a fierceness that scares me and yet feels right.
His kiss.
It’s like a bolt of lightning striking right through me, igniting every nerve and setting me ablaze. It makes me feel truly alive—consumed by passion and desire.
But this isn’t me. I’m usually all about being cool and collected, but this one kiss from Callahan Thorndale has me feeling like a completely different person.
I mean, just feeling my lips still tingling from the electricity of that initial kiss, I can’t help but wonder… am I falling for him? It’s like he’s this irresistible force that just tears down all my carefully constructed walls and settles himself right in the center of my being.
Am I in love with him?
I try not to think about feelings, not when I have to focus on my job… and I have two of them.
Do I find him attractive?
Callahan has a handsome face. Chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones that could make any woman weak in the knees. And don’t even get me started on that rugged, alluring look he’s got going on—it’s like he’s straight out of a romance novel. A novel where the lead male character is Henry Cavill or Chris Pine.
But it’s not just his physical appearance that’s got me all hot and bothered (though, let’s be real, that hair is begging to be touched). No, it’s those piercing blue eyes that seem to bore straight into my soul, conveying both authority and tenderness in one fell swoop. And when he flashes that killer smile, I swear every woman within a ten-mile radius starts shedding their clothes—not necessarily me.
But here’s the thing: I’m not just any woman.
Sure, he’s got a tall, broad-shouldered frame that he carries with the confidence of a man who knows he could have anyone he wants. But he can’t have me. I don’t care about some guy who thinks he’s God’s gift to women.
Nope.
I do like the hint of vulnerability in his demeanor. That makes me want to wrap my arms around him and ask him to kiss me again until I can’t breathe—or think about anything but him.
Move away from his embrace,I tell myself as he finishes washing the blood away from me. He lathers my body with soap but doesn’t touch me in those aching places begging for his long fingers.
Move.
Lake Sophia Hawkins Zimmerman, move now.
But of course, I don’t move. Instead, I allow him to finish washing me.
He reaches out for a towel. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to move, run, and stop letting this happen. Do anything but allow him to touch me, because if I do, I might do something very, very stupid. Like surrender my heart and falling madly in love. But I can’t resist him. I need this.
I need him.
I stay still, allowing him to wrap the scratchy fabric around my shoulders and begin to gently dry me off. His touch is tender, and as he works his way down my body, I can’t fight the awakening within me—the flicker of desire.
It’s a spark of something that I have buried deep within myself for far too long.
As he finishes drying me off, he reaches for my hand and leads me to the bed. I am still naked, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. But even as the fear and anger rage inside me, I can’t help but feel a strange sense of peace. In this moment, all that matters is the touch of his skin against mine, the warmth of his body next to me, and the way his breath tickles my neck.
Cal leans in close and whispers, “Lake.” The way he says my name hits me right at the center of my heart, and I’m lost.
