Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I open my mouth but can’t make a sound.
“First thing I’d do, Dr. M”—he stares at my lips—“is take that mouth. That pouty, smart mouth. I’d kiss you until you couldn’t keep still. Then I’d pin your arms above your head, hold you down and kiss you some more.” He inhales deeply, like he can’t get enough of my scent. His eyes rove over me as potent as any touch. Tingles start at my breasts and spread outward. “Then I’d undress you, slowly. Kiss you some more. Find out where to touch. What makes you sigh. I’d taste you”—he swallows, and I gulp in some air—“all over. Everywhere.” His voice deepens. Ripples spread through my body, pulling me under. “And then…”
A long pause.
“And then?” I squeak.
He blows out a breath. I lean in close and he goes tense.
“No,” he says.
“No?”
“This is a bad idea.” He retreats.
My mouth falls open.
“We shouldn’t. I shouldn’t…” He rubs his hand over his face. “Forget what I said.”
“What?” I’m on my feet. “You can’t just… say all those things to me and then back off!”
“Miranda—” Confusion flits over his face.
“Countless orgasms? Endless pleasure?” I wave my arms. “Taste me all over? You can’t say those things to a… a… sexually deprived woman and then just leave me hanging.”
He stares at me, pain around his eyes, mirroring my own.
I take a deep breath and say the most outrageous thing I’ve ever said, much less thought. “You have to show me what you got.”
“No.”
“Caleb! Please?” I gesture to the bedroom.
He narrows his eyes at me. “It’s a bad idea.”
I rise, sending my chair flying. Ignoring the crash behind me, I slam my hand on the table. “You know what I think? You’re all talk and no walk.”
“Excuse me?” he growls.
“That’s right. You heard me. You’re scared I’ll find you lacking.”
“I am not scared.” He comes at me again, big muscle man. I have his number.
“You are too.” I puff out my chest and my nipples poke him. My knees wobble but I hold my ground. “You’re up here, hiding from the world, a big fat chicken.”
“Miranda—”
“Bwook bwook bwook,” I do my best chicken imitation. It is a fabulous imitation—very authentic.
“Miranda—”
“Bwaka! Bwaka!” I chicken dance in front of him. Not the sexiest way to signal my arousal, but judging by the way his jeans tent and a red flush creeps up his neck, it’s working. I flap my arms and bob my head. The mating call of the ecologist PhD. The female approaches the rugged male and shakes her plumage. He is stunned.
A glance down makes me realize his flannel shirt has flapped open again, and I am flashing Caleb over and over.
“Oops.” I go to rebutton when a hand grips my wrist.
“Don’t bother.” He’s breathing hard.
“What?” I start, and he twists my arm behind my back, bringing me flush against his body. His rock hard, very aroused body.
“You asked for it,” he rasps a second before he drops his head and claims my mouth.
* * *
Caleb
I can’t stop myself. The curvy scientist has a long hard fuck coming and someone’s got to give it to her. She needs to know that not all men are takers. That sex should feel good. That she’s got a body built for pleasure.
The scent of her arousal intoxicates me more than my hooch intoxicated her. I slant my lips over her mouth, taking it. Owning it. My tongue sweeps between her lips, I taste the alcohol and chocolate on her breath.
Stop. Back off.
She’s drunk.
You’re taking advantage.
Reason attempts to seep in, but my bear’s not having it. He claws to the surface and my teeth lengthen.
Christ, bear. Really? A mating bite? My bear is fucking insane.
I force myself to break the kiss and step back. “Doctor, you’ve had too much to drink to make good decisions.”
She twists the fabric of my shirt in her fists and pulls my lips down to hers again. I give in for a moment, tasting her, devouring her.
And the teeth lengthen again.
Fuck. I have no control. I yank back. And then because I don’t have the skills to verbally spar with her, I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the guest room.
Gretchen’s room. That quiets my bear.
I ease her down on the bed and back up to the doorway, to remove the urge to climb right on top of her. “Have a little nap, Doctor. Sleep it off. Come see me when you’re sober if you still want a lesson in what a real man can do.” I’m taunting her like a jackass, maybe half-hoping she’ll be so turned off by my arrogance she’ll keep her distance.
My cock strains at my jeans, not down with this plan of leaving her on the bed. Alone.
She stares up at me with green eyes. Innocence mingled with intelligence. Drunkenness with desire.