Page 35 of The Dragon's Captured Heart
“I … I guess you’re good.”
Oh, god, I was stammering. Losing control of my voice. He was going to do it again, wasn’t he? He was going to kiss me.
Unbidden, my tongue came out, flicking over my lips. Preparing them to be kissed again.
He was right. I did want it.
I wanted him.
Somehow, a dam had ruptured between us, and close behind it was the flood. A surge of desire that would wash over us and sweep us away.
If we let it.
Which begged the final question, the one I could see being asked in his eyes, the one he would wait for a sign to know the answer to.
Was I going to stay and soak in it with him? Or turn and run for the hills?
A terrible, terrible pulsing between my legs was gathering steam, urging me to stay put, to ride the wave and see what it was like. To give in and just let whatever was brewing between us have its way.
I swayed, unsure I could resist it. My shirt scratched against my skin, and I nearly gasped at how sensitive it felt. My brain had cranked all my senses to their highest level. One touch of his, one drag of his fingers across my skin, and I would be trapped, a fly before his web.
It was the time to leave. To make my stand.
“You sound unsure,” Cal rumbled as he pushed into my personal bubble, though he still didn’t touch me, unwilling to startle the gazelle before he leaped. “Perhaps you need to try it again to be more certain.”
“Per—perhaps,” I said, forced to clear my throat to get the single word out.
There it was. The permission.
The hunter’s eyes flared wide, and he went in for the kill.
I, as the helpless gazelle, stayed still. Losing my chance to flee.
Cal leaned down to kiss me at last.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
I cried out in shock at the sudden violent noise at the door, snatched from the heat of the moment in an instant.
Callum snarled, moving like a blur, inserting himself between me and the unexpected noise, radiating frustration.
“Open the door right now!”an unfamiliar voice shouted.
“You havegotto be kidding me,” Callum groaned as he went to get it.
Realizing we weren’t threatened, I stood up and feverishly plucked at my clothing and hair, trying to pull myself together.
That had been close. Too close.
Chapter Nineteen
Callum
“What the hell do you want, Jude?” I snarled before the door was even fully open. “My door didn’t do anything to you, so just stop.”
The man on the other side backpedaled a step at my outburst as I stole his momentum and took out my anger at being interrupted.
“Callum.”
