Page 21 of Sheltered by the Lawman

There was that smile again, but this time it packed the punch of a heavy weight boxer, but she remained on her feet. He stepped over to the fridge, opened the door and dipped his head in. Her eyes were hung up on how his Wranglers fit his firm bottom. When he pulled himself out of the fridge she jerked her eyes up and their gazes clashed. The fireworks went off in her pink parts. The man was potent, and she couldn’t get enough.

He popped the lid to the pop can and brought it to his mouth, sipping, but his eyes remained on her.

Clearing her throat, she picked up the mop and busied with rinsing it out in the bucket of water. “So, do you like lasagna?” She hoped he did. Somehow that meant something to her.

“One thing you’ll learn, there isn’t one of us Cades who is particular. You could serve us potted meat and we’d scarf it down.” He winked and it did something to her insides—something that made her want more.

Yet she wasn’t sure if she could take his response as a positive or negative.

Pouring the water down the drain when she turned and swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, she realized he was watching her. She must look a mess. Suddenly self-conscious, she looked at the floor. “I should run and take a shower.” She set the bucket and mop down, then pulled off her bulky yellow cleaning gloves. He was still staring.

“You have a little smudge of dirt.” He swiped one finger down her cheek.

A little gasp slipped from her, much like it would if she experienced the beginning of an orgasm. Her whole body trembled. Nervous, she took a step back, hitting the edge of the counter. “Oops. I-I better get back to the apartment. I have twenty minutes before the timer goes off.” She backed her way to the door.

By the time she’d made it outside, she was sweating profusely and ready to melt into a puddle.

What she didn’t know was that Cull was standing at the window watching her with a smile on his face.

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