Hunger for You (Shadow Shifters: Damaged Hearts) Read Online Free PDF

for me and two each for my younger brother and sister. I waited patiently that day, sitting in the chair and watching the clock on the microwave until it was exactly fifteen minutes later. I’d seen on a cooking show that it took that long to boil eggs. From thatday on, when my mother was too badly beaten to get up out of bed, I went into the kitchen and fixed something for me and my siblings to eat. After a while I became pretty good at it.
    That thought refreshed my memory and I picked up a container of sour cream for the new sauce I wanted to try with my pork chops tonight. Today was my day off so I had a lot of errands to run. Daydreaming in the supermarket was going to throw me off schedule, so I picked up the pace. I’d just cut the corner from the dairy section, going down the snack aisle when my cart collided with another one.
    The rattling noise scared me much more than it should have and I let go of my cart handle, both hands going to my chest in an effort to still my thumping heart. Then I looked up and swallowed the last couple of thumps.
    “Hope you don’t drive your car as recklessly as you’re driving this cart,” he said, his voice smooth like honey. The sound rippled through me in warm rivulets.
    “I’m sorry,” I replied. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
    He nodded, his gaze darkening and going lower. “And are you paying attention to what you’re doing now?”
    I didn’t know what he meant so I looked down and goddammit! The fingers that were supposed to suppress the thumping of my heart were now cupping my boobs, which only added to the effectof his voice and now had my nipples hard. And as if I could not be any more embarrassed, I wasn’t wearing a bra. Again, goddammit!
    “Oh!” I gasped and yanked my hands down ten seconds too late. “Stop staring at me.” It was making me uncomfortable. No, that was wrong, it was making me aroused. Hotter for him than I had been previously was more like it. Not only were my nipples hard now, but my thighs were shaking as if they either wanted to clamp shut like they did the night he’d summoned this same response, or like they wanted to spread open wide for him. I felt my cheeks flushing at both thoughts.
    “Can’t,” he said with a shake of his head. “Nothing more enticing to stare at right now.”
    “Whatever,” I replied, grabbing the handle of my cart and maneuvering so I could pass him.
    I was intent on getting away from him, intent on stopping the storm of emotions that wracked my body each time he was in the vicinity. I took about three steps and then, because insanity seemed to be my state of mind when I was near him, I turned back only to see that he’d been staring at my ass. If I’d been properly dressed—meaning wearing clothes that I hadn’t fished out of the bottom of my closet and having my hair styled instead of in a messy braid down my back—I might have been flattered. But my yoga pants were a little on the small side andthe jean jacket I’d thrown over the T-shirt was short and I just felt like I was a mess. A very hot and bothered mess. Apparently, Caleb felt differently.
    “You can go now,” I said with a huff.
    He had the audacity to smile. And if they could, my boobs would have sung a melodious tune at the sight. He wasn’t a cutie, not by a longshot. Instead he was a hottie, with a capital H and all the other letters all cap too! Something about the scruffy look of his beard and the hair that desperately needed to be cut and those bedroom eyes, and those arms that looked like cannons and … goddammit again!
    “I like what I see here,” he replied eventually.
    “You don’t have the right to look,” I said and wanted to bite off my own tongue. How juvenile did that sound? He could certainly look since there was no way I could stop him without gouging his eyes out, which would definitely be classified as overreacting.
    And the really amazing thing was that a big part of me wanted him to