I straddle his waist, pressing my palms into the pillow on either side of his head. Nudging his jaw with my nose, I whisper, “Wake up, sweet man.”
A rough grip finds my rib cage. He moves—so fast. My back hits the mattress.
Now, blue eyes burn into mine. A lazy smile grows over his face. “I am anything but sweet, baby girl,” he growls. Calloused hands pin my palms above my head.
“You keep thinking that.” I smile around the words.
“Guess I’ll have to show you.”
“How?” I breathe.
His eyes darken as my wrists are released. Hovering over me, he plucks up my hard nipple between his teeth. Heat and wetness sink to my center. He sucks on the peak, hard. My back arches from the bed, and the air in my lungs expels on a breathy huff.
Cal growls, low and soft. His gaze flickers over my bare body. Only my soaked panties cover me. Teeth skate over my ribs before hot, wet, messy kisses drop onto my skin. He moves back even further, his hands gripping my hips in a bruising hold. I wriggle in his grasp.
I didn’t think this through.
Shou—
One hand slides down, ripping at my panties.
Shouldn’t hav?—
The flimsy fabric tears.
“Don’t cover up what’s mine.” The words are almost a snarl.
Fuck.
Shouldn’t have poked the bear. The very burly, grumpy, gorgeous bear...
My body burns with every feral move he makes, every grunt and growl leaving this intoxicating man. My panties give way with a final tug and crumple to the mattress by his side. Deftfingers spread my thighs wide. One finger sweeps through my wet center.
It’s all I can do to stare at him, my breaths burning my lungs.
“This pretty little cunt, dripping fucking wet, is all mine.”
A strangled whimper slips past my lips.
“Say it, Eve.”
Eve.
Not Evie.
No baby girl.
No Scottish endearments anywhere to be found.
“I—my . . .”
“Say it,” he growls, his thumb brushing my clit.
I cry out, gripping the sheet with both fists.
“I’m yours.”
“Which part?”
