right,” she rasped, staring hard at his mouth. “I, um, think I’ll have a bath and soak out some of this tension.”
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She sounded so sexy. All he could think about was Sarah naked, water sliding over her breasts and belly, over her thighs and between those plump lips guarding her sex. He wanted to lick the water from her clit, to dive into the moisture of her channel and lap her up like a stick of candy.
Fuck, his hard-on was getting worse. He stepped back before he took her on the damned couch beside them.
“You need help with that bath?” he asked, praying she’d say yes, knowing the cautious woman would say no.
Sarah stared at his face with wide eyes. Her gaze moved slowly down his body, centering on his obvious erection. She licked her lips, and he groaned.
She parted her full lips. “Cullen—”
“Right. I’ll be outside if you need me,” he rumbled before she could reject him, needing a cold shower of his own. A walk through the snow sounded like just the thing.
But as he hurried from the house, he could see her in his mind’s eye, naked in the tub, her arms open, waiting for him as she parted her lips and her thighs in welcome…
“If only,” he wished aloud. “But I’ll be damned if I know how much longer I can keep myself from you. The time’s coming, Sarah. Sooner rather than later, you’ll be mine. And then it’s a matter of finding out how to keep you.”
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Chapter Four
“You sure you’ll be okay with just one?” Cullen asked for the third time four hours later.
Sarah clutched the massive blanket to her chest, not sure how to handle this chatty man. “I’m fine, Cullen. I’m good.” She paused, not sure what to make of the shuttered look he directed her way. It was lusty, but also something more. “Thanks for everything. You’ve been nicer to me than anyone has in a long time, and I appreciate it.”
Instead of accepting her thanks, he scowled. “Yeah, sure. Good night.” He turned and left, slamming a door somewhere in the massive house.
She didn’t understand the man. After the kiss they’d recently shared, he should have been in a better mood. If he’d wanted sex from her, he could have had it. God knew she couldn’t have said no, didn’t say no, as a matter of fact. As it was, he’d been the one to end their embrace before tearing out of the house like a shot.
She knew he wanted her, but he denied himself, unlike most of the men she’d grown up with. Cullen didn’t take what was offered, for some unknown reason. And his distance intrigued her even more, attracting her like a moth to flame.
Lord, but sex with Cullen was going to be spectacular. She’d stopped lying to herself sometime during her bath. As much as she might have wished differently, Sarah desired Cullen. In just a few days, she’d leave Cougar Falls and everything else behind her. Why not indulge in a harmless affair? Even if Cullen did spread the news to the rest of the town—and she didn’t think he would—she’d be long gone by then.
So why does the thought of leaving suddenly feel like the wrong thing to do?
Afraid her answer had to do with her baffling host, she closed the door to the spare bedroom he’d given her and looked past the finely crafted furnishings, lingering on a picture of his family on the dresser.
All of the Whitefeather men looked alike. Cullen was the spitting image of his father, so Sarah knew what his mother had seen in the man. In the photo, the family grinned like loons while they balanced precariously on top of a cliff.
“Must love danger,” she murmured, thinking of the danger he might face from the raptor clan after she left town. She wondered, not for the first time, what kind of repercussions Cullen might have to deal with for injuring Jenny Larsen.
She couldn’t let him get in trouble because of her. Though she hadn’t asked for his help, without it she would have been seriously injured, if not dead. The gruff man had a heart of gold