***COMING SOON*** PERMIT ME***
This is Caleb White and Genevieve Talbot’s story.
She saved his life and in return, she wants his hand in marriage
Silence for several seconds and then…?
With a scowl, he sat forward and put his cell down on the end table. Then he collected his cane and got up to go investigate. The minute he exited his room, his scowl deepened.
He’d been right about the sound. It was a slap/smack combo. But what the ever-living-hell was the woman doing?
Scratch that. What was she wearing?
Right now Genevieve stood with her back to him giving him a perfect view. And what a view. The globes of her ass shone right through the sheer black bikini undies she had on. Her hair and shirt were wet, while she seemed to be waiting. No, collecting herself, for what, though?
“Come on, come on, come on.” That’s all she said when she shook her arms out at her sides as though she was shaking off water and then took a running jump at her bedroom door frame. Caleb didn’t know what to ogle first. Her legs, nice and shapely, her ass, nice and curvy, or her chest that bounced, despite the wet T-shirt clinging to her torso. He went with the latter as she landed abruptly facing him, only a few feet further from him now.
Her nipples were so hard they clearly showed through the tissue-thin material of her top.
“Oh!” She gasped. “Caleb, I didn’t know you were there.”
It took all the strength he had to tear his gaze away from her breasts, but when he did he was struck by how calm she was. It pissed him off because currently a massive amount of heightened adrenaline was ripping through him. His every instinct was to hunt, capture, and claim. “What are you doing?”
Her serene expression vanished, and in its place was concern. “Do you have a cold? Are you sick? You sound a little hoarse.”
No. Not ill. His frustration just made him sound as if he’d swallowed some glass. “I asked you a question.”
“I got locked out. I’ve been trying to reach the pin at the top of the door to open it.”
He glanced at the pinnacle of the door frame and immediately spotted the silver object laying there. Without a word he stepped forward, reaching for it. “Here,” he said, and when she accepted the needle-like object with a smile, he frowned. “Mighty convenient that you got locked out of your room in a wet T-shirt and a pair of see-through underwear.”
He turned and had taken no more than a few steps when he heard the pop of the lock sound before her door bashed against an inside wall. Clearly, she’d opened it. “And what is that supposed to mean, Caleb?”
He stopped and pivoted back around to face her. She was probably used to the men in her life who ate this kind of manipulative shit up. Not him. “That you purposely dressed that way to entice me.”
She glared and then lifted her chin. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
She glared harder.
What was going on here? This was the part where she was supposed to apologize for pulling this kind of submissive sexist thing on him. “Apologize.”
“Alright.” She may have agreed, but it didn’t sound like it. In fact, it didn’t look like it either when her eyes sparkled with hellfire. “I’m sorry that the skies opened up and I had to run outside to save the hay I bought for the roses. Far be it from me to spoil your…your…your hall walking with my scanty attire because I slipped in the muddy patch in the vegetable garden and after I left my pants in the laundry room downstairs to wash later, I came up here to find my door locked. If only it hadn’t been raining. If only my pants hadn’t been so muddied. If only my door hadn’t been locked and if only I’d been a foot and half taller like you so I could reach this—” She threw the pin at him, and while he let go of his cane to catch it she finished her speech rather calmly, “Then you could have walked down these halls without being offended by my see-through lingerie.”
She hadn’t moved a muscle to hide any part of herself or her less than modest attire. So even though he was irritated that she was getting to him, he did respect her unbending confidence. “It wasn’t your kick-ass panties that I found offensive. It’s your flying-in-the-face of no modesty when you’re around me that puts a burr under my saddle. Aren’t you supposed to be a sub for Christ’s sakes?”
One minute he was growling out that nonsensical question and in the next, he moved forward. He didn’t know what he was going to do until he did it.
He dropped the metal pin, trying to ignore the small ting it made when it hit the hardwood, and pulled her in his arms. She was cold. He felt the goose bumps riding her flesh and when he bent and captured her mouth with his, he imagined her chill being chased away by the flames that licked at him.
Hot and consuming.
She melted so beautifully against him that he wanted more. He wanted her closer. Pressed against— “Fuck.”
They abruptly hit the wall when his leg gave out. Fortunately, he was able to cushion the jarring move, at least for her when he made sure his body stayed between her and the wall.
This was not how things were supposed to go on so many levels. It wasn’t.
He tried to temper his growl but failed.
“No. Caleb. Wait…”
But it was too late. Already he managed to set her apart from him when he bent to pick up his cane. He was halfway to his room when she raised her voice. She’d never raised her voice to him before. Not even a few moments ago when she was furious over his accusation. It brought him up short and made him stop and turn. He opened his mouth, ready to tell her he had to go. That she had to leave him alone, but then he saw that wet T-shirt, those nicely rounded breasts cradled so spectacularly in the revealing fabric and words he hadn’t counted on uttering sailed right off his tongue. “Take it off.”
One arm crossed over the other when she found the hem of her shirt and lifted. Her breasts bounced, hypnotizing him as she dropped the garment to the floor. He didn’t want to move, so only his eyes did when their gazes met.
Calm. She was the very epitome. Hang on. There was an odd gleam in her eyes.
Was she silently challenging him? He didn’t think so, but he had to ask. “Why did you do it?”
She raised a brow, and he loved it.
“I meant, why did you take off your top?”
Not one drop of hesitation in her reply, “Because you told me to.”
That hit him like a trough of smelling salts under the nose. “I’m not your sir.”
“Good thing, Caleb. I would hate to have to point out to my sir how he’d just insulted me.”
She bent, snatched up her top, and walked into her room. Although he was a good five feet away he still felt as if she’d slammed the door in his face. What the actual fuck? How had he insulted her?
She was crazy.
But then as he made his way back to his own room with visions of her without her top and those sexy bikini bottoms on, and he realized two things. Any man leaving a woman who looked like her standing alone when she was half naked and willing was insulting, and too, the fact that he had? Made him the crazy one. Not her.
We’re working on a release day “Build-a-giveaway”! Have you seen these guys? They’re salt and pepper shakers. Caleb bought a set for Genevieve because she makes him do “Chopped” kitchen nights in the story – so I’m giving a set away.
Next up to add to the build-a-giveaway is a 25.00 Amazon gift card!
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