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I leaned against the door, listening for her, knowing she was just a few steps down the hall, and shoved my hand into my wet clothes.
I thought of her wet and half-dressed in the cold water of the creek, her nipples glowing pink beneath the wet, white fabric of her bra. My hand sliding in, without a frog to stop me, to cup all that glorious flesh.
My tongue wrapping around the hard nipple, sucking it just to hear her gasp.
I was iron-hard in two strokes and biting my bottom lip at how fast I was getting there. I closed my eyes and thought of so many moments between us that made my blood pound through my body.
The way her legs parted when I was cleaning the scrape on her thigh. How easy it would have been to slide my hand up and feel the heat of her.
The sexy black cocktail dress she wore when I first saw her. The way her heart-shaped ass felt against my crotch.
How she clung to me after her nightmare. How she felt in my arms when I carried her out of the creek.
I grunted and squeezed my cock hard as my orgasm hit, stroking furiously while picturing her asleep in her bed, arching her back as she moaned my name.
Callie Ellis was going to be the death of me.
13
CALLIE
I hadenough experience with men to know when one was looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. And the way Blake looked at me was full of that kind of hunger.
And I loved every bit of it.
I couldn’t stop imagining how good we’d be together. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
I wanted all of his protective, manly instincts focused on me that way for a change. Not just hanging cameras and running with me so I wouldn’t be tempted to go alone. But focused on me directly. Skin to skin.
I shivered at the delicious thought.
My phone chimed with a notification. Then another.
Then I saw the list of messages from an unknown number. Four more chimes came while I was scrolling the messages already there.
Every single one was a threat.
“Convince Daddy to resign or suffer the consequences.”
“You’ll pay for your family’s mistakes.”
More messages insisting that I get Dad to resign as governor or they were going to make me sorry. Each one got worse, until some said things like “I see you, bitch” and “Wait until I get my hands around your throat.”
I see you.
They were the same messages I received before coming to Elm Grove. Those messages sent fear rushing through me the first time I received them. But they seemed like just empty scare tactics to me now.
Besides, I was with Blake, who was the biggest stickler about security I’d ever seen.
I went downstairs to see about some breakfast to find Blake already at the kitchen island. As I walked behind him, I saw that he was looking at the Elm Grove Gazette on his phone.
“You take a thermos to work like a 1950s construction worker, and now you’re reading the newspaper on your cell phone. You are a dichotomy.”
He smirked. “Nobody delivers out here. Or I’d read the actual, physical newspaper and really blow your mind.”
“You’re like the sensibility of a Boomer wrapped in a thirty-seven-year-old body.”
“Thank you,” he said, without missing a beat.
