Our earlier exchange forced its way into my consciousness. When I failed to respond, the fingers of his right hand trailed across the underside of my right breast, the fabric of my camisole made his fingers warm satin against my flesh. The invisible pressure of his gaze upon me. The clean, wet smell of his skin in the air around me. The intense warmth of his soft fingers pressed into my wrists. The only thing my mind could focus on was his closeness. My brain ceased to function as it should. I heard the question, but the words had no meaning. “Are you hungry?” he asked, soft and low. I froze, as if my stillness would discourage his predatory nature. Pinned between him and the wall, I reacted like a frightened hamster. Caleb grabbed both my wrists in his left hand and pressed them to the wall over my head. Slowly, I moved to bring my arms down and cover my br**sts. Okay, that last part was me.Ĭaleb raised his hand as if to hit me and I threw my arms up to protect my face. Unbidden, words once made ominous by Poe, now manifested as flesh in the man before me: “Suddenly I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”Ĭrap, crap, crap. In the fall of light from the door his shadow loomed long and dark.
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