Page 44 of Callen's Captive
“I’m not who you think I am, Kate.”
If she knew he was an enforcer, she’d be horrified.Need a guy to torture a prisoner? Call Callen. Need a guy killed? Callen’s the guy. Need to beat a guy to death to send a message to his brother, or simply because he assaults a girl in a motel office? Callen can do it, no problem, no remorse, no questions.
He was no better than Briggs in some ways, and she’d see it, eventually. She already had back at the motel. Tomorrow or a week from now. . . At some point she’d realize what he was, and then she’d hate him, hate herself for letting him touch her, claim her.
Callen rolled off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her and his head hanging beneath his knees. His breathing remained heavy and his cock as hard as steel and eager to sink into her.
Her hand caressed his back. She was trying to soothe him.
“I don’t understand. Is it because I’m human? Is that why you’re afraid to touch me? I mean, I get it, and it’s okay.” She slid her bra straps back into place as she got off the bed and squatted in front of him, her shirt still gaping open and providing the most enticing view.
Hell, hell, hell.
She cupped his cheek, making him shudder at the warmth and caring he felt there. “I don’t expect you to stay with me,” she said as her hand rested on his chest.
Like he’d let her out of his sight, especially after what happened at that motel.
Too riled up and his cock too damn hard, Callen jumped off the bed and headed for the ladder. The storm had finally passed, but even if it hadn’t, he’d much prefer to be out in the rain than in here, so close to the woman he couldn’t touch.
As he backed down the ladder, he stopped suddenly. Shock filled her beautiful face. He should stay and explain, but staying would lead to sex, and that wasn’t something he could let happen, not if he cared about her. Eventually she’d find out who he was, and then she’d turn her back on him, for good.
