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His jaw opened in surprise. Why did he always look like that with her? What she’d said wasn’tthatweird.
Unless…
“Or maybe cat-men don’t masturbate? I-I don’t know how all that works for you. I just assumed—”
“It works the same,” he blurted.
She shrugged. “Okay then.”
He tossed the fluffed pillow to the bed.
“I didn’t masturbate.”
“Oh. Well. You know… not my business really. You said you needed time so I thought…”
Eagan closed his eyes as if his head hurt. “Dear god, woman. Can we stop with the sex talk?”
She wanted to laugh. He was strong and gorgeous and he probably had women often, but he came off like a prude.
Clara frowned.Didhe have women often? The thought bothered her. If she was his mate and all, it seemed like something she should know about him.
“Aren’t you a sexual person, Eagan?”
He froze but then answered her. “More than you know, little woman.”
So he did have sex. He just didn’t like to talk about it.
A kernel of jealousy niggled at her.
“And right now every word out of your mouth is like a stroke to my cock. Get in bed,” he commanded.
“We aren’t sleeping together.”
“Oh, yes we are. It’s the only way we’re sleeping. I’m not letting you out of my reach so you can escape me. We have shit to work out in the morning, but for tonight, this is what’s happening.”
Clara eyed him. Something told her she wasn’t getting out of this. She glanced at the bed. The idea of sleeping in a real bed after so long left her uneasy. But after what he’d done in the kitchen to keep her safe…
If what he’d said about being kicked out of his clan was true, then she owed him big time. What kind of man gives up his family to protect a thief? She didn’t understand it. But could feel herself warming to him. A heart as giving and kind as her cook’s couldn’t be ignored. It should be loved and cherished, and even though she might never get the chance to do it, she knew the real deal when she saw it.
His kiss had melted her, and not because of any reasons that were shallow. She’d had her days of shallow. His kiss feltreal. Authentic and desperate. And it had made her desperate too. It had overridden her fear and awoken something within her.
The part of her that wanted to feel again. Wanted the complications of relationships again.
Eagan was the real deal. The billion dollar, once in a lifetime, never gonna find another like him, deal.
Gingerly she placed one knee on the mattress. It was firm, but still had so much give to it. Inch by inch, she crawled forward, settling on the plush pillow and pulling up the mock fur blanket until it reached her chin.
Eagan stared at her, his expression unreadable.
Then, to her surprise, he began undressing. Slowly, he peeled his shirt up, revealing his rippled abs an inch at a time. His skin was smooth and tan with just a light dusting of hair around his navel. Her eyes snagged on those cords of muscle around his waist forming a cut V to his hips and she licked her lips.
Why was that part of a man so attractive? What function did it serve?
Up and up he went with his shirt until his strong chest was showing. The muscles of his arms bunched and rippled as he pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
Her breath caught. This man, her cook, he was beautiful. Like art you shouldn’t touch for fear of ruining it.
He stared at her, his eyes blazing.
