meant.”
“Well, what did you mean?” She frowned back at him, no longer content to let men toy with her and get away with it.
“Just that you felt so damned right in my arms,” he muttered and glanced away, his cheeks flushed.
“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say to that.
He looked back at her. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” Now what was he talking about? And why couldn’t she think when she looked into his eyes? That golden color mesmerized her.
“You said ‘mine’. Am I, Sarah? Am I yours?”
Embarrassed, she tried to laugh it off. “Cullen, come on.”
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“Because I’m yours,” he whispered, planting kisses along her neck, her cheeks, her lips. “As long as you want me.”
Uncomfortable at how much that meant to her, she tried to distance herself from the man and the situation. If Cullen kept looking at her like that, she worried she’d throw herself on his mercy and beg to never leave. A real mistake, because men like Cullen Whitefeather didn’t fall for women like Sarah. They had sex with them and they said pretty words, but when all was said and done, they left without a backward glance.
“Well, if this keeps up, I may never leave,” she teased, expecting him to quickly put the brakes on this deepening attraction. She was therefore confused at the glint of satisfaction in his gaze.
“So you’ll stay for the sex?” He nuzzled her neck, the way his eagle’s beak would stroke her own when they shifted.
“And the incredible food, don’t forget that,” she tried again. “Hell, Cullen, I might have to marry you if you keep that up.” There. That would do it. Nothing made a man disappear faster than talk of marriage.
Cullen, however, said nothing. He kissed her again, and then made her forget herself as he took command of her body once more.
Three more wonderful days passed, which Cullen and Sarah spent with each other. Cullen ignored his work, devoting as much time to Sarah as possible. He made sure to keep his desire in check, though it wasn’t easy. They still made love, but not nearly as much as he wanted to. He wanted to show her that he was interested in her as a person.
To his delight, they shared several of the same interests. Good food, suspense novels and horror flicks. Tonight, they watched an action-adventure movie, though he thought Sarah’s attraction to this one had more to do with the man behind the bat suit than the title character. He rubbed his leg against hers and pushed a piece of popcorn between her lips.
The feel of her mouth over his finger shot his libido into overdrive, and his body responded in kind.
“Geez, Cullen.” Sarah pretended to focus on the movie playing on the big-screen TV, but he noted the familiar gleam of desire in her eyes as her gaze shifted toward him. “You’re in perpetual heat. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a cat.”
“Hell, no.” He still hadn’t forgotten that she’d been attracted to Chastell. Flea-bitten pussy.
“Meow.”
“Funny.” He maintained his scowl, glad that it made her smile. Better her laughter than the wariness she showed each time after they made love. He gave her pleasure, so much so that she cried out in his arms when she splintered into climax. But his little bird wasn’t caving as easily with her emotions.
Cullen saw the faint distrust in her gaze when she glanced at him, and it ate at him. She’d been badly burned before, he knew, but he refused to back down. Now he had her on the run, and the predator within 40
cried out for pursuit. Besides, if he continued to come as hard as he had inside of her, it was only a short matter of time before he had her pregnant. At the thought, he groaned under his breath. He still couldn’t believe she hadn’t demanded he use a condom. He knew she wasn’t on the Pill, and he hadn’t seen a patch on her anywhere. But a wise man knew better than to bring the subject to her attention.
“I can’t help what you do to
“Well, what did you mean?” She frowned back at him, no longer content to let men toy with her and get away with it.
“Just that you felt so damned right in my arms,” he muttered and glanced away, his cheeks flushed.
“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say to that.
He looked back at her. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” Now what was he talking about? And why couldn’t she think when she looked into his eyes? That golden color mesmerized her.
“You said ‘mine’. Am I, Sarah? Am I yours?”
Embarrassed, she tried to laugh it off. “Cullen, come on.”
39
“Because I’m yours,” he whispered, planting kisses along her neck, her cheeks, her lips. “As long as you want me.”
Uncomfortable at how much that meant to her, she tried to distance herself from the man and the situation. If Cullen kept looking at her like that, she worried she’d throw herself on his mercy and beg to never leave. A real mistake, because men like Cullen Whitefeather didn’t fall for women like Sarah. They had sex with them and they said pretty words, but when all was said and done, they left without a backward glance.
“Well, if this keeps up, I may never leave,” she teased, expecting him to quickly put the brakes on this deepening attraction. She was therefore confused at the glint of satisfaction in his gaze.
“So you’ll stay for the sex?” He nuzzled her neck, the way his eagle’s beak would stroke her own when they shifted.
“And the incredible food, don’t forget that,” she tried again. “Hell, Cullen, I might have to marry you if you keep that up.” There. That would do it. Nothing made a man disappear faster than talk of marriage.
Cullen, however, said nothing. He kissed her again, and then made her forget herself as he took command of her body once more.
Three more wonderful days passed, which Cullen and Sarah spent with each other. Cullen ignored his work, devoting as much time to Sarah as possible. He made sure to keep his desire in check, though it wasn’t easy. They still made love, but not nearly as much as he wanted to. He wanted to show her that he was interested in her as a person.
To his delight, they shared several of the same interests. Good food, suspense novels and horror flicks. Tonight, they watched an action-adventure movie, though he thought Sarah’s attraction to this one had more to do with the man behind the bat suit than the title character. He rubbed his leg against hers and pushed a piece of popcorn between her lips.
The feel of her mouth over his finger shot his libido into overdrive, and his body responded in kind.
“Geez, Cullen.” Sarah pretended to focus on the movie playing on the big-screen TV, but he noted the familiar gleam of desire in her eyes as her gaze shifted toward him. “You’re in perpetual heat. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a cat.”
“Hell, no.” He still hadn’t forgotten that she’d been attracted to Chastell. Flea-bitten pussy.
“Meow.”
“Funny.” He maintained his scowl, glad that it made her smile. Better her laughter than the wariness she showed each time after they made love. He gave her pleasure, so much so that she cried out in his arms when she splintered into climax. But his little bird wasn’t caving as easily with her emotions.
Cullen saw the faint distrust in her gaze when she glanced at him, and it ate at him. She’d been badly burned before, he knew, but he refused to back down. Now he had her on the run, and the predator within 40
cried out for pursuit. Besides, if he continued to come as hard as he had inside of her, it was only a short matter of time before he had her pregnant. At the thought, he groaned under his breath. He still couldn’t believe she hadn’t demanded he use a condom. He knew she wasn’t on the Pill, and he hadn’t seen a patch on her anywhere. But a wise man knew better than to bring the subject to her attention.
“I can’t help what you do to
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