Keep Me Safe(32)

When he touched her bare skin, a soft moan escaped her, breaking the silence. She tensed for a moment, afraid that once again she’d shattered the spell, but his grip only grew tighter, more possessive.

His open palm traveled around her waist and to the center of her back. He rolled her underneath him, their mouths never separating. His weight bore down on her, hot, hard, his body undulating in perfect rhythm with her heart. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the magnetic pull between them, a different kind of link that had been present from the start.

Her hands explored the muscled wall of his back, his shoulders and then slipped downward where his waist narrowed. The muscles rippled in reaction and his breathing hitched, stuttering over her lips.

His erection bulged against the apex of her thighs, rubbing erotically over the thin layer of her panties exerting just enough pressure on her clit to bring her to orgasm.

He pulled her hands away from him, lacing their fingertips before lowering them to the bed just above her head. Hands twined, his mouth sliding from her mouth down her jaw and then to her neck, he whispered against her ear.

“You do have someone to live for, Ramie. You have me.”





THIRTEEN




WHEN Ramie awoke the next morning, she immediately reached behind her, searching for Caleb, needing that reassurance. When she was met by emptiness, she frowned and turned her head to look over her shoulder.

He was gone, and by the looks of it, he’d been gone for quite some time. There was no indentation on the pillow or the bed. Had he returned to his own room the moment she’d fallen asleep?

She flinched when she turned just enough to catch the full force of the sun shining through one of the slats of the blinds. The sun was high enough to signal that it was rather late in the morning and when her gaze drifted to the clock by the bed she got confirmation that it was in fact late.

Still she lay there contemplating the events of the night before. Caleb in her bed. His arms around her, anchoring her and offering comfort. Intimacy had cloaked them, making her restless and edgy. Unfulfilled in a way she’d never experienced.

She had no idea what was happening between her and Caleb and whether or not she wanted it to happen. Being so close to another human being—especially a man—was a new experience for her. One she discovered she liked. A lot.

She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed but then caught herself. Where was she going? She didn’t have to be anywhere and she couldn’t very well just barge through Caleb’s house like she owned the place.

Did she simply stay in her room? Or was she supposed to come out at some point?

The growling in her stomach decided the dilemma for her. She was starving.

She shuffled toward the bathroom and turned the shower on, making sure the water was cool enough to wake her more fully. She gasped when she ducked under the spray. The temperature jolted her senses and as she’d hoped, some of the fuzz and haze clouding her mind and dulling her senses evaporated under the chilly water.

She hastily washed her hair and body, not lingering under the coldness of the shower. Throwing one towel over her hair, she wrapped another around her body and stepped back into the bedroom.

Instant cold assailed her. Even colder than the shower had been. Why was it so damn cold in this bedroom? It wasn’t that cold in the rest of the house.

I’m here.

She stopped breathing. Went utterly still as goose bumps popped out over her flesh and raced along the surface until every hair on her body was on its end. She shook her head. No. She wouldn’t allow him to unnerve her.

Still, she hurriedly pulled her clothing on and scrubbed at her damp hair. Tossing the towel to the floor, she all but fled from the room.

The moment she stepped into the hallway, warmth embraced her. She inhaled sharply, sucking in the much warmer air. She quickly put as much distance between her and that awful room as possible. She slowed halfway down the stairs and forced herself to at least appear calm even if her insides were a seething mass of nerves.

She hadn’t paid much attention to the downstairs tour yesterday. The only thing she could remember with any clarity was the room where all the security monitors were housed. That one she remembered down to the smallest detail.

Knowing the living room was on her right, she veered left at the bottom of the stairs and took the hallway past the security room, the safe room and finally arrived at the kitchen. When she hesitantly entered the doorway, Tori looked up from where she was sitting at the island and anger burned in her gaze.

Without a word, Tori shot upward, knocking over her glass, and she stalked away, leaving Caleb standing there, his features drawn, his eyes haunted.

“She doesn’t want me here,” Ramie said unnecessarily.