Cullen so incredible. Physically, the man pressed all her buttons. A woman would have to be dead or gay not to feel something for the sensual male with eyes to die for and abs worth worshipping. She loved a man with large hands, and Cullen had hands not only huge, but rough from work.
Oh, baby, can he work with his hands.
The thought made her wonder if he was as big all over, because, to her regret, she didn’t have firsthand experience with his body. She didn’t know what to think about him leaving her last night. That 33
he’d given her such pleasure still made her shudder in remembrance. But that he’d given her the experience without expecting anything in return spoke volumes to his character.
Cullen was a giver, while she had been taking since she’d arrived.
He’d engaged in a raptor battle and injured a clan leader’s mate for her . He’d saved her from possible death, cooked and took care of her, then gave her the kind of loving she’d always dreamed about. Despite his size and speed, he made her feel safe, not threatened.
Sarah needed to give him something back, but she had nothing on hand. Nothing but herself. She gnawed her lip, clearly remembering the desire in Cullen’s gaze as he’d stared at her, as well as his departure while looking uncomfortably aroused. The first time in years she’d wanted to say “yes”
wholeheartedly to a man and he’d left her alone in bed.
She could only imagine what making love with him would be like.
Arousal overwhelmed her as she thought about seducing Cullen. The more she thought about it, the more her bird cheered. He’s not mine, but maybe he can be mine for a night or two. She squelched a surprising surge of disappointment, trying to remain realistic.
Just because Cullen had treated her with respect and tenderness didn’t mean he’d fall all over himself in love with her. From what Sarah had seen, she wasn’t all that loveable in the eyes of the opposite sex.
Fuckable, maybe, but loveable? Not one male in her clan had stood up for her when Will had made his accusations. Only Cullen had defended her this last time. But he was so closemouthed, she had no idea what he really thought of her.
He said he wanted her company. Well, today she planned to give him some company he’d have a hard time forgetting. Sarah chuckled, pleased with the thought of being in charge for once.
She’d thank Cullen properly, her way.
Four hours later, Cullen walked back inside the house and froze. Cedar and spice filled the air. A fire blazed in the hearth. On the opposite side of the spacious living room, a small plate of meats and cheeses sat, accompanied by a bottle of wine and two glasses.
Sarah walked out of the kitchen carrying his favorite brand of Scotch, which she put on the scarred coffee table. “Hi, Cullen. I hope you don’t mind.” She hit play on his stereo.
“Mind?” Was that some of Ian’s jazz? Mood music and tiny food? What the hell was going on?
“I just wanted to do something nice for you since you’ve been so gracious with me. I thought we could have an early lunch and spend the rest of the day together.”
Together sounded good to him. And speaking of lunch, Sarah looked good enough to eat, dressed in jeans and a thin red sweater that hugged her upper body like a second skin. He’d held those breasts last night, had tasted the peaks of her nipples as he’d sucked them to life.
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“Yeah, sure.” Cullen took a deep breath and tried to subtly shift the erection straining his jeans as he walked toward her. He exhaled slowly and studied her, feeling a hint of threat from the slender woman that made little sense. His eagle told him to be wary, but he could read nothing in her body language that hinted at danger, unless coming in his jeans would kill him.
Sarah didn’t look angry or sad, so his earlier avoidance hadn’t upset her. If anything, she looked happy. Damn, maybe he should disappear again tomorrow. “You okay?” he
Oh, baby, can he work with his hands.
The thought made her wonder if he was as big all over, because, to her regret, she didn’t have firsthand experience with his body. She didn’t know what to think about him leaving her last night. That 33
he’d given her such pleasure still made her shudder in remembrance. But that he’d given her the experience without expecting anything in return spoke volumes to his character.
Cullen was a giver, while she had been taking since she’d arrived.
He’d engaged in a raptor battle and injured a clan leader’s mate for her . He’d saved her from possible death, cooked and took care of her, then gave her the kind of loving she’d always dreamed about. Despite his size and speed, he made her feel safe, not threatened.
Sarah needed to give him something back, but she had nothing on hand. Nothing but herself. She gnawed her lip, clearly remembering the desire in Cullen’s gaze as he’d stared at her, as well as his departure while looking uncomfortably aroused. The first time in years she’d wanted to say “yes”
wholeheartedly to a man and he’d left her alone in bed.
She could only imagine what making love with him would be like.
Arousal overwhelmed her as she thought about seducing Cullen. The more she thought about it, the more her bird cheered. He’s not mine, but maybe he can be mine for a night or two. She squelched a surprising surge of disappointment, trying to remain realistic.
Just because Cullen had treated her with respect and tenderness didn’t mean he’d fall all over himself in love with her. From what Sarah had seen, she wasn’t all that loveable in the eyes of the opposite sex.
Fuckable, maybe, but loveable? Not one male in her clan had stood up for her when Will had made his accusations. Only Cullen had defended her this last time. But he was so closemouthed, she had no idea what he really thought of her.
He said he wanted her company. Well, today she planned to give him some company he’d have a hard time forgetting. Sarah chuckled, pleased with the thought of being in charge for once.
She’d thank Cullen properly, her way.
Four hours later, Cullen walked back inside the house and froze. Cedar and spice filled the air. A fire blazed in the hearth. On the opposite side of the spacious living room, a small plate of meats and cheeses sat, accompanied by a bottle of wine and two glasses.
Sarah walked out of the kitchen carrying his favorite brand of Scotch, which she put on the scarred coffee table. “Hi, Cullen. I hope you don’t mind.” She hit play on his stereo.
“Mind?” Was that some of Ian’s jazz? Mood music and tiny food? What the hell was going on?
“I just wanted to do something nice for you since you’ve been so gracious with me. I thought we could have an early lunch and spend the rest of the day together.”
Together sounded good to him. And speaking of lunch, Sarah looked good enough to eat, dressed in jeans and a thin red sweater that hugged her upper body like a second skin. He’d held those breasts last night, had tasted the peaks of her nipples as he’d sucked them to life.
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“Yeah, sure.” Cullen took a deep breath and tried to subtly shift the erection straining his jeans as he walked toward her. He exhaled slowly and studied her, feeling a hint of threat from the slender woman that made little sense. His eagle told him to be wary, but he could read nothing in her body language that hinted at danger, unless coming in his jeans would kill him.
Sarah didn’t look angry or sad, so his earlier avoidance hadn’t upset her. If anything, she looked happy. Damn, maybe he should disappear again tomorrow. “You okay?” he
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