a dozen dark t-shirts, and two leather jackets. One brown and one black.
She looked down, there were boots too. Not just her many options for mountain wear from calf height boots to her knee high stretchies that were her favorite. Nope. There were several pairs of men's heavy black boots with socks rolled up in each one.
She looked around at the one dresser near the door. She was afraid to look. If there were tighty whities in there she'd probably go apoplectic.
Apparently someone had decided to move in without telling her. Which meant he'd been creeping into her bedroom while she slept. Fucking shifters.
She grabbed the first things she could get her hands on which happened to be a khaki skirt and a pale blue sweater and dressed lightning fast. Forgoing boots for now, she grabbed a pair of slipper socks and put them on. The wood floors of the cabin were kind of cold this morning. She rushed to toward the door only stopping when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror above the dresser.
Ugh. She couldn't go out there looking like that. Being pissed off didn't make it okay to look like a raccoon. Not in her book. She'd failed to remove her make-up before bed last night and she now looked like a reject from a zombie movie.
She hurried into the bathroom, scrubbed her face and brushed her teeth, ran a brush through her long hair before piling it on top of her head in a makeshift bun, and swiped on some pink lip gloss before heading out to face one stupid bear.
Of course her resolve faltered the minute she saw him standing at her kitchen stove, flipping a pancake in the air and catching it with ease. In his jeans and nothing else.
She moaned in her head. At least she thought it was in her head until he turned around and smiled at her.
"Morning, gorgeous."
Something warm unfurled in her stomach at the sight before her. A gorgeous hunk of hard muscled man with a spatula in his hand. That made her body shiver for more than one reason.
"Hey," she said, managing the one word past the lump sitting in her throat.
"I hope you're hungry and like pancakes with bananas and bacon all drizzled in honey." He nodded toward a plate set up on her kitchen table, complete with a glass of milk and juice next to that.
Her stomach growled and for a minute, she forgot what she'd been mad about. Something he seemed to do to her a lot. The man was a first class distraction.
"I am hungry. Starved actually." She walked over to the table and inhaled the sweet scent of cinnamon and honey wafting from the breakfast plate.
"Good. I always wake up starving and was hoping you weren't one of those women who try to live off a tiny cup of shitty Greek yogurt. I don't understand how anyone can enjoy that."
She picked up a piece of bacon dripping with honey and shoved it in her mouth and nearly died on the spot. It was just bacon and just honey. Ordinary foods but when put together...holy shit. She was on the verge of a foodgasm.
"I thought I liked my Greek yogurt just fine, but oh-my-god this." She lifted her fork and dug into the soft, pillowy pancakes too. The taste explosion had her moaning mid chew.
Calder turned and looked at her, a heated expression crossing his face. "If you moan like that over food, I can't wait to find out what sex does to you."
She froze. Her mind needed a moment to comprehend what he just said. Or more particularly it needed a moment to picture him and her in a bed, his big ass cock nudging at her to let him in.
She immediately started choking and grabbed the juice to try and stop the attack before she lost her breakfast.
"I can't believe you just said that," she whispered, once the coughing fit eased.
"Why? Don't you like sex? Or you don't like the idea of having sex with me."
Jessa dropped her forehead to the table and banged it up and down a few times trying to stop the imagery filling her mind.
Calder chuckled and turned back to the stove, dishing up the remaining pancakes onto a plate before walking
She looked down, there were boots too. Not just her many options for mountain wear from calf height boots to her knee high stretchies that were her favorite. Nope. There were several pairs of men's heavy black boots with socks rolled up in each one.
She looked around at the one dresser near the door. She was afraid to look. If there were tighty whities in there she'd probably go apoplectic.
Apparently someone had decided to move in without telling her. Which meant he'd been creeping into her bedroom while she slept. Fucking shifters.
She grabbed the first things she could get her hands on which happened to be a khaki skirt and a pale blue sweater and dressed lightning fast. Forgoing boots for now, she grabbed a pair of slipper socks and put them on. The wood floors of the cabin were kind of cold this morning. She rushed to toward the door only stopping when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror above the dresser.
Ugh. She couldn't go out there looking like that. Being pissed off didn't make it okay to look like a raccoon. Not in her book. She'd failed to remove her make-up before bed last night and she now looked like a reject from a zombie movie.
She hurried into the bathroom, scrubbed her face and brushed her teeth, ran a brush through her long hair before piling it on top of her head in a makeshift bun, and swiped on some pink lip gloss before heading out to face one stupid bear.
Of course her resolve faltered the minute she saw him standing at her kitchen stove, flipping a pancake in the air and catching it with ease. In his jeans and nothing else.
She moaned in her head. At least she thought it was in her head until he turned around and smiled at her.
"Morning, gorgeous."
Something warm unfurled in her stomach at the sight before her. A gorgeous hunk of hard muscled man with a spatula in his hand. That made her body shiver for more than one reason.
"Hey," she said, managing the one word past the lump sitting in her throat.
"I hope you're hungry and like pancakes with bananas and bacon all drizzled in honey." He nodded toward a plate set up on her kitchen table, complete with a glass of milk and juice next to that.
Her stomach growled and for a minute, she forgot what she'd been mad about. Something he seemed to do to her a lot. The man was a first class distraction.
"I am hungry. Starved actually." She walked over to the table and inhaled the sweet scent of cinnamon and honey wafting from the breakfast plate.
"Good. I always wake up starving and was hoping you weren't one of those women who try to live off a tiny cup of shitty Greek yogurt. I don't understand how anyone can enjoy that."
She picked up a piece of bacon dripping with honey and shoved it in her mouth and nearly died on the spot. It was just bacon and just honey. Ordinary foods but when put together...holy shit. She was on the verge of a foodgasm.
"I thought I liked my Greek yogurt just fine, but oh-my-god this." She lifted her fork and dug into the soft, pillowy pancakes too. The taste explosion had her moaning mid chew.
Calder turned and looked at her, a heated expression crossing his face. "If you moan like that over food, I can't wait to find out what sex does to you."
She froze. Her mind needed a moment to comprehend what he just said. Or more particularly it needed a moment to picture him and her in a bed, his big ass cock nudging at her to let him in.
She immediately started choking and grabbed the juice to try and stop the attack before she lost her breakfast.
"I can't believe you just said that," she whispered, once the coughing fit eased.
"Why? Don't you like sex? Or you don't like the idea of having sex with me."
Jessa dropped her forehead to the table and banged it up and down a few times trying to stop the imagery filling her mind.
Calder chuckled and turned back to the stove, dishing up the remaining pancakes onto a plate before walking
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