“Oh, it’s going to happen. You try to back out and I’m going to spank your ass so red that you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
“I think you already promised that,” I purr, a sweet shiver that is filled with memories from that particular discussion moves through me, settling inside of me. I can feel moisture gathering against my panties.
“Fuck,” C growls under his breath. The word is more vibration than verbal, and I feel it from my head to the tips of my toes.
Before I understand what is happening, he leans down, pushes his shoulder into my stomach, throwing me over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” I squeal. Seriously, I squeal. I’m not the type of girl to do that.
“I’m going to give you what we both want,” he practically growls.
“Let me down right this minute!” I hiss, trying to ignore the excitement that’s thrumming through me.
He moves us quickly around the house. I’m cursing him constantly in a hoarse whisper. At the same time, I’m trying to wage a war on my body. I’m ridiculously turned on right now, and that’s the last thing I need or want. I have to keep my head on straight when it comes to Caleb. I hear the sound of a door opening. I try to look around, but the only true view I have is of Caleb’s ass—which is a fucking fantastic view, but not one my overly hormone-charged body needs at this moment.
I hear a door slam behind us, and the area around us is plunged into total darkness. I hear his hand slapping against something solid. He does it a couple of times and then finally light floods out from above us. He helps me slide down his body and stand on my own two feet. It’s something I’m grateful for, but I’d like it better if he didn’t keep his firm hold on my hip—not allowing me to escape. I know at once we’re in Gabby and King’s garage. There’s a couple of old, worn leather recliners where we’re standing, and then out from that is a table and a contraption that I can’t begin to either truly describe or understand. I look down at my feet and we’re standing on what at first looks like astroturf. As I continue to take in the area, I notice it’s like an outdoor carpet. I blink. I know this had to be here before Gabby and King moved in. Gabby would totally paint the concrete some type of color rather than have the carpet. I just keep staring down at it, though. I find myself wondering if King wanted it out here. It’s possible, after all it only goes about ten feet wide and ends with black and gray stained cement where currently King’s truck and Gabby’s SUV are parked.
“Isolde?”
I force myself to look up. “Do you think King likes this icky fake grass carpet?” I ask inanely. There’s no reason for my train of thought, or the question. I just decide it’s easier to concentrate on something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m walking on a tightrope.
“How the fuck would I know?” Caleb asks, sounding a mixture of worried and annoyed.
“Don’t get testy. It was just a question,” I complain.
“I swear, if you didn’t have my balls in a vice right now, there’s no way you’d be worth this bullshit.”
His words immediately rub me the wrong way—as they would any woman with half a brain. I’m so mad that I’d like to cut off his precious balls at this moment. “Explain that remark,” I hiss.
“I don’t need to. It’s pretty self-explanatory, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby. In fact, don’t call me at all. I don’t want to hear your voice or see your face ever again.”
“Do you know how prim and proper you sound when you get pissed?” he practically laughs.
“Have a nice life, asshole,” I grumble, turning around to leave.
Caleb moves so quickly that everything seems a blur. Somehow, I end up pinned against the side of Gabby’s SUV, his hand around my neck holding me in place. “I think it’s time you understand what kind of man I am, Isolde,” he growls. I should be pissed as hell. I should knee him in the nuts or use any of the self-defense moves that my brother, uncles, and father have drilled into my head. Instead, I feel my panties getting even wetter than they already were.
“The kind that’s full of himself?”
He gives me an evil grin that makes his eyes light up. “The kind that’s going to make sure you’re full of me,” he purrs.
I stare into his eyes, trying to summon my anger. It’s always close to the surface. I use it at will. Right now, it’s gone—drowned by something much stronger. Desire, more potent than anything I’ve ever felt in my life, shoots through me with the strength of a rocket. I see Caleb’s eyes darken, his face tense, and then his lips are on mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and he wages a war that I have no hope of winning—especially when I don’t fight him.
No, I melt into him and let him lead me to my destruction …
14
HE RUINED ME AND MY PANTIES
IZZY
“Fuck,” Caleb practically moans. “Nothing compares to kissing you, Isolde. Not a damn thing.”
I’d probably be stupid to believe he really means what he’s saying, but right now I’m going to ignore everything but what he’s making me feel. “Shut up and kiss me again, Candy-boy,” I growl, leaning up to force the kiss.
Caleb thankfully complies. His lips slam back on mine with a bruising force. Our tongues fight for dominance as he plunders my mouth, and his fingers tangle into my hair, causing a sharp tug of pain to fire through me. I groan when I feel his fingers dance across the heated skin of my stomach, moving upward to palm my breast. The lace material of my bra does very little to hinder how good it feels. My nipples go painfully erect and I’m so wet that my panties are ruined. I have no idea how he has so much power over me, but he does. My body craves him already, and he’s yet to truly touch me.
I close my eyes and lose myself to the pleasure of his kiss and the feelings that are slowly overwhelming me. I can feel we’re moving. His hold on me intensifies as he guides us. I don’t care to look where. I’ve helped him out of his cut. I’m not sure where it went. I was too engrossed in looking at his biceps—the muscle, the ink—and how I wanted to kiss every inch.
