Shadow of Sin (The Martin Family) Read Online Free PDF

swig. The liquid warmed a path to her belly as she swallowed it down. “Wanna join me?”
    He dropped the supplies next to the sink and turned to face her, his arms crossed over his well-muscled chest. “The sun’s almost up.”
    “Shot at,” she said dryly and resumed her position on the edge of the tub. Even in her slightly tipsy state she could tell he was fighting the urge to yell. His hands—big, strong hands—flexed into fists. The muscles in his legs protested against tight denim as he approached her, and then turned to pace.
    Approach. Pace. Approach. Pace.
    She hoped he made a decision soon, because he was making her dizzy.
    Finally, he turned and leaned his ass against the counter. “What were you thinking tonight?”
    His tone made her bristle. She wasn’t a sixteen-year-old who’d broken curfew. “Can you be more specific? I thought a lot of shit tonight. For instance, I thought those boys back at the bar were about the worst card players I’ve ever seen. I had a few choice thoughts when I spotted you walking into the bar. More recently, I thought, man, I hope we don’t get killed before I have time to chew Alec’s ass for sending you after me. I’m currently having a few thoughts about what I’d like to do with your arrogant tone. Which thought was it you were looking for, exactly?”
    His insolent gaze met hers. “How about when you thought, ‘I think it’s a great idea to put on a sexy shirt that shows more skin than it covers, and then go to an obscure biker bar with a man I don’t even know’? When did you have that thought, Samantha?”
    “You think my shirt is sexy?” Not the point, but her body responded anyway. Her breasts grew heavy; her nipples pressed through the thin material of her blouse. She tried to be covert, folding her arms across her body and rubbing her arms as if she were cold.
    But Caleb didn’t miss a thing. His eyelids flared wide before narrowing again. He stalked closer.
    “Give me that,” he snapped.
    Caleb snatched her glass from the edge of the tub and drained it. “Get over there and bend over the counter.”
    “Excuse me?”
    He leaned in, putting them nose-to-nose. “Don’t give me any more shit, Samantha.” He jabbed a finger toward the sink. “Bend over that counter so I can see to your injuries, then you can go to bed. I’ve asked Alec to stop by your apartment and pick up some things for you, so you need to call your building people to let him in.”
    “Alec has a key, but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to use it. Call him back and tell him to forget it. I don’t need him going through my panty drawers.” She groaned at the thought of Alec going through her stuff. If he found where she kept her sex toys, she’d never live it down. “But, because you’re being so nice, I’ll let you check me out and I’ll get a few hours sleep before I go home. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”
    Caleb cocked a brow. “I’m not making any deals with you.” He pointed again. “Counter, now.”
    Samantha drew in a deep breath. The sooner she complied, the sooner she could get away from him.
    Positioned in front of the mirror, Samantha held his gaze as she gripped the edge of the sink and leaned forward. Caleb moved in behind her. The vision in the mirror turned her knees to jelly. She imagined him taking her just like this. His tall, muscular frame overpowering her. His handsome face twisted in passion as he held the back of her neck and pounded his flesh into hers.
    Samantha shifted as her pussy clenched with need. Would he be as intense in bed as he was out of it? Or would he take it slow and easy, teasing her with light caresses and soft words?
    Oh, no. There was nothing soft about the man in the mirror. Biting back a moan, she dropped her head, unable to watch as he leaned over her, and braced herself for his touch.
    She felt him long before he actually touched her. The heat of his hand burned as it hovered above her skin, as if he, too,