her around? She wondered – and stalking to her couch, claiming the middle of it and positioning her with surprising gentleness on his lap.
Chapter 2
She was also entirely unprepared to deal with the way that her body responded to his autocratic move – it literally melted. It was as if it had only been yesterday since he’d touched her intimately instead of some unbelievably long amount of time. Her response was to the point where she worried that she was going to leave a spot on his pants if she didn’t get up soon.
Ellie also knew – from previous experience – that Cal was unlikely to do anything to or for her that he didn’t want to do.
It didn’t help her situation one bit that he looked, sounded, and smelled as if he hadn’t aged a day in what was it? Eight or more years? She didn’t want to think how long. She didn’t want to think at all as her senses were stirred to a fever pitch by the memories that even just the innocent act of breathing filled her with. Every bit of him smelled like leather – she remembered that the scent of it clung to him even if he wasn’t wearing it at the time. His cologne might have changed – he was wearing Polo back then – but whatever it was, it still smelled perfect for him. And the only other scent he exuded was pure, confident, dominant man.
And she’d always been a sucker for that. Emphasis on the sucker, she thought wryly.
He still had a full head of jet black hair that matched his obsidian eyes. By this age his father had been bald as a cue ball, but Cal seemed to be keeping his hair length a bit longer than before. And he had very nicely groomed stubble that, for the slightest instant, made her wonder what it would feel like if he put his face between her legs before she reeled that thought back in.
But she had to give it to him – he didn’t grope at her at all. That really wasn’t his style anyway. One hand rested possessively at the small of her back and the other casually along the outside of her bare thigh, just slightly below the line of her shorts. The contact made her want to fidget beneath his touch, but she did not want to do that; not only on her own account, but also on his.
She’d be very surprised if he wasn’t already at full attention. If it weren’t for the pants of his very expensive looking suit, she could feel his demanding presence pressing blatantly against her bottom. But she was doing her best to ignore it.
Like it was going to be easy to ignore something that big .
Ellie shifted uncomfortably on his lap, wishing he’d say something or let her down preferably. But he seemed entirely too content just to sit there and look up at her, as if he was cataloging every new line on her face or shadow under her eyes.
“So, you’re here to apologize?” she ventured bravely, looking down at him, resisting the urge to loop her arms around his neck the way she’d done without hesitation to Cruz.
He laughed. “Not likely.”
“Well, then,” she said, renewing her struggles to get away from him and doing nothing but making that impressive bulge grow to even more impressive proportions.
“Sit still now, or I won’t be responsible for my actions, Elise Marguerite,” he bit off.
Her body quieted immediately, despite the fact that her brain wanted to give him the finger, and no amount of wheedling or cajoling her body parts would get them to disobey him. They recognized their master, even if she was wholly unwilling to.
Cal reached up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, attempting to gather her to his chest, but she resisted him every step of the way – so that she ended up there a few seconds later than she might have. That was about the extent of her ability to stop him from doing what he wanted to her – to delay the inevitable for a frighteningly short amount of time.
“How’s your ankle feeling?”
She tried to pop up again, but the hard arms around her simply wouldn’t allow it. “Fuck. You. Cal.”
Somehow
Jeremy Robinson, David McAfee