Carl:Caveman Instinct series 2.5(6)

"Argh, you're crazy. No. No I'm not moving in with you. I said I'd give the relationship a chance. That should be enough."

My stomach knotted and my chest pounded. Getting off the sofa I pulled  Annabelle against me. As soon as her body came against mine the knot in  my stomach settled. "With you I want it all. So no, it will never be  enough. I'll give you everything of me. You already own me."

A hollow laugh echoed the room as she leaned against me. "Grrr, for  Christ's sake, your craziness must have rubbed off on me." Annabelle  bucked against me. "Fine. I'll move in with you. But you have to promise  we'll leave here tomorrow and visit my mother. I'm not staying here any  longer than a night." She turned to look up at me. "Now sit down and  tell me why you took me." She pushed me back onto the sofa.

I liked the bossy Annabelle. I smirked and yanked her down onto my lap.  Nuzzling her neck I nibbled on her ear. Mmm, she tasted so good. I  needed to talk before I got distracted. Easing away, I turned her to sit  side on. Reaching up I undid the pins in her hair and let the beautiful  honey colored hair out. It flowed in waves down her back and I hadn't  seen anything so gorgeous. It was silky smooth and so soft as I ran my  fingers through it. "The Silvermans have what my family calls a gift.  I've always called it a curse. The tale goes, in the old country, the  Silvermans helped save a group of gypsies, and in thanks, the gypsies  gifted us with prosperity and the ability to know our soul mate. Our one  true love." I closed my eyes and took a calming breath, inhaling her  amazing scent, as anger at what my ancestors had shoved at me consumed  me.

"I bet it sounds romantic. It sounds like the best gift. Ha! My idiot  ancestors should have known you never receive a gift that powerful  without some consequences. You know the double edged sword and all that.  The gypsies forgot to mention the drawback to their so called gift.  When we find our soul mate, we turn into possessive cavemen. I'd say  controlling arsesholes, but I've been called that before all this." I  chuckled as I realized not much had changed for me besides my behavior  towards Annabelle.                       
       
           



       

I clutched both her hands in my own. "Before you, I'd given up believing  in the curse. I thought the story was wrong and that we didn't help the  gypsies and they cursed us. I believed for years that the gypsies' gift  was bullshit. I now know I was wrong. I'm the oldest in my family to  find their soulmate." I let go of her hands and lightly fingered a loose  tendril of hair. Her hair was so soft. "You, Annabelle, are my mate. My  soulmate."

Her laugh was a light musical sound. "So you're telling me that you  kidnaped me because you believe your family is cursed, no sorry,  ‘gifted' by gypsies, and that I am your soulmate." She gasped and  giggled between every couple of words.

I looked over at Rafe to see his expressionless face. Joseph had a huge  grin on his, and I could see Mathew trying not to laugh. Thomas looked  his usual stoic self. I wasn't going to get any help from them. I needed  to find another way to convince her.

"Haven't you wondered why you're not scared of me? Why you're not  freaking out more? Why you're not terrified? I kidnaped you. You should  be crying, screaming, and begging me not to hurt you. There's a reason  for that. For you not being scared of me. You're attracted to me. You  feel the connection between us. Admit it. It's the gypsies' curse. The  curse is why you're not reacting like you should."

Annabelle stopped laughing and then slowly stood up. "Okay. No more talking you." She pointed at me as she paced back and forth.

I had to get other people besides me to explain the curse. Going to her,  I gathered Annabelle to me and sat on the sofa and gently placed her on  my lap. She wriggled attempting to get away, but I wasn't letting her  go. I reached in my pocket and took out my phone.

"No. You're talking to me. Explain why you took me." She snatched the phone from my hand and I grabbed it back.

"I told you why." I ran my fingers through my hair, frustration and  agitation at Annabelle not believing what I was saying. My stomach  rolled. I needed her to believe me.

I dialed my oldest brother Duncan. I was going to get my family to tell  her about the curse. I was going to convince her the curse was real even  if I had to listen to every one of my family members explain it.





Chapter Three





Annabelle

Opening my eyes I had a moment of panic. I couldn't move. An arm held me  tight against a hard chest and a thick heavy leg, slung over my own  legs. My hands rested on a muscular chest. Taking a deep breath in, I  snuggled deeper into the embrace. Pine cones and lime, yum, he smelled  so good. I sniffed the beautiful body beneath me. Mmm. This was a  wonderful dream.

"Did you just sniff me?" The body shook beneath me.

The husky rasp sent a shiver of pure lust through me. I closed my eyes  as the day before came flashing back to me. That sexy rasp belonged to  Carl. Crazy Carl, who believed he was cursed, or gifted, by gypsies to  find his one true love. His soul mate. Who he thought was me. Ha, what a  loon.

After explaining the curse last night and why he'd taken me, he'd then  called his family to help convince me. After they told me story after  story, I lied and told them I believed their bullshit. That wasn't the  worst of last night. The wanker beneath me had not only made me promise  to give him a chance, but to move in with him. He'd recorded my  agreement and statement that I would move in with him and I'd had to  repeat it again to the bodyguards. The deal had been struck that if I  wanted to leave this ‘cabin' and go see my mother, those were the only  things he would agree to. So instead of being turned on by the gorgeous  man, I should be pissed. But for some reason my body wasn't cooperating.

"No," I hissed and wiggled out of his hold, but he gripped me tighter, moving me more over his chest. "Let me go."

"What happened to the woman who clung to me all night?"

"She got some sleep and came to her senses."

He raised his brow and stiffened beneath me, his muscles flexing tight.  "What do you mean you came to your senses? I hope you're not reneging on  our deal?"

As much as I wanted to say yes, I was, that I wouldn't be blackmailed  into something, I knew Carl wasn't stable and I didn't want to anger him  or risk not getting free. Giving in, I let my body go lax against him.  "No, I'm not reneging. I said I would give our relationship a chance,  and I will."

His body relaxed. "Kiss me."

"Say what now?" I may have been shocked at what he asked, but my damn  body was very happy. Warmth seeped through me and I fought to contain  the shiver at the thought of touching his lips. I wondered if he tasted  as good as he smelled. I may have been angry and annoyed that I'd been  kidnapped, but since the moment I'd first seen him, I'd had this strange  attraction to him.                       
       
           



       

"Kiss me to prove you're not reneging." He wound a hand in my hair and pulled me down to him.

My lips mere inches from his, I slipped my tongue out and wet my lips. I  could do this. It was only a kiss. My body trembled and I fought to  keep myself under control as I gently brushed my lips over his and eased  away.

Carl's grip in my hair tightened and he yanked me back down. "That was  not a kiss. This is a kiss." His mouth molded to mine as his fingers  trailed down my back. His tongue traced the seam of my lips before  seeking entry. I opened and met him, tangling our tongues together. The  pit of my stomach swirled wildly and tingles started at the tips of my  toes and worked upward, getting hotter. What had this man done to me?  What was happening to me?

I started grinding myself against him seeking more. His fingers dug into  my arse. If we continued like this I was going to come. Damn he was  good. The thin fabric of his boxers and my now wet panties added to the  delicious sensations heating me.

Carl eased to a sitting position never breaking the carnal kiss. My  fingers bit into his skin. I rubbed myself against him frantically  searching for my high. I was so close.

His lips left mine and a chuckle that had his body vibrating beneath me,  had me almost plastering my mouth back to his, eager for more. "I see  you feel the connection between us too." He touched my trembling lips  with one finger.

My tongue slipped out and wrapped around his digit. Argh, what the hell was I doing?

"Mmm, I'd stop that. Otherwise you'll find I won't hold back and these-"  His fingers slipped under my bra strap and panties. "Will be off and  I'll-" His hand slid down and his fingers parted my folds. "Taste and  devour your body until you're begging for me to bury myself deep within  you." His fingers delved into my pussy.