waste of time, especially considering what Caine was. And it would most likely end up being even more painful than if he simply fucked her again tonight and got their mating over with.
Because Caine knew there was no goddamned way he was ever going to be able to make Chloe Evans fall in love with the man he truly was.
* * * * *
One a.m.
At least.
Chloe squinted to see the clock on the nightstand and then listened for what she thought had awakened her.
The pounding on the front door sounded again.
She wrapped her robe around her and slowly—painfully—padded to the front door of the cabin. Twenty miles from nowhere and she’d had more visitors in the past twenty-four hours that she ever did at her Knoxville apartment. And since her last visitor had basically fucked her a second time when he’d gotten up and left her there sore and confused without so much as a “can I call you?” Chloe had found sleep elusive and then restless as hell when it had found her.
She was pissed off. And she was hurt emotionally because Luke hadn’t stayed five minutes after they’d made love. Chloe had felt his fingers run down the center of her spine and she had detected a kiss on her lower back before she noticed that he had moved away from her.
She wasn’t even sure he had dressed before he had closed the front door behind him.
She had been so sure she’d felt a definite connection between them. But since he’d left so abruptly, Chloe had also had to realize that what she’d felt and what Luke had felt weren’t necessarily the same things. Perhaps she had felt a very strong bond with him and he had felt nothing.
The knot that tightened in the pit of her stomach at that thought almost made her grimace. Sure, she had wanted great sex and hell fucking yes, the man had given her well over eight inches of hard, scorching male cock.
But Chloe had a heart inside the very body that the man had made feel pleasantly violated. And feelings as well.
Luke had managed to hurt all three in one fell swoop. And yet at the same time, he had silently told her things that no other man had ever even tried to say to her.
Chloe knew the man who had made love to her. She had known him since the day she was born. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that he truly recognized himself. The man was a strange bird, she would give him that. And he was also every bit the awesome lay she had thought he’d be. But he was also capable of ripping her heart to shreds if she let herself get too close to him. Not to mention what the man could do to her body.
She grinned at the memory despite herself and even as she cursed whoever was waking her up a mere hour into her slumber. Chloe then swung the door open and flipped the porch light on at the same time.
And then stopped breathing completely.
The scar was gone. And the smirk that had seemed to be burned onto his face when she had been able to see it had been replaced by a soft, caring look.
The eyes were still the blue she had wanted to drown in. The hair was jet black and silky looking. Touchable. Pullable.
Good for leverage and holding on when nothing else would do.
He was six foot three at least, just as he had been the first time she’d seen him. And just as firm.
All over.
She opened her mouth to speak but found that an impossibility with the reaction her mind, body and heart were having to the man in front of her. Not to mention the fact that the way he was looking at her said the exact same thing about his own feelings.
A breath came to her, but she found it ragged and without voice. The man in front of her was able to recover a little more quickly and Chloe felt her skin tingle when he managed to speak to her.
“I need for you to come home with me.”
Chloe felt herself swallow at the words that had just been uttered by the man in front of her. And then she felt her heart skip a beat as she heard the next words that came from his mouth.
“Barklee’s sick.”
Chapter Seven
Caine
Because Caine knew there was no goddamned way he was ever going to be able to make Chloe Evans fall in love with the man he truly was.
* * * * *
One a.m.
At least.
Chloe squinted to see the clock on the nightstand and then listened for what she thought had awakened her.
The pounding on the front door sounded again.
She wrapped her robe around her and slowly—painfully—padded to the front door of the cabin. Twenty miles from nowhere and she’d had more visitors in the past twenty-four hours that she ever did at her Knoxville apartment. And since her last visitor had basically fucked her a second time when he’d gotten up and left her there sore and confused without so much as a “can I call you?” Chloe had found sleep elusive and then restless as hell when it had found her.
She was pissed off. And she was hurt emotionally because Luke hadn’t stayed five minutes after they’d made love. Chloe had felt his fingers run down the center of her spine and she had detected a kiss on her lower back before she noticed that he had moved away from her.
She wasn’t even sure he had dressed before he had closed the front door behind him.
She had been so sure she’d felt a definite connection between them. But since he’d left so abruptly, Chloe had also had to realize that what she’d felt and what Luke had felt weren’t necessarily the same things. Perhaps she had felt a very strong bond with him and he had felt nothing.
The knot that tightened in the pit of her stomach at that thought almost made her grimace. Sure, she had wanted great sex and hell fucking yes, the man had given her well over eight inches of hard, scorching male cock.
But Chloe had a heart inside the very body that the man had made feel pleasantly violated. And feelings as well.
Luke had managed to hurt all three in one fell swoop. And yet at the same time, he had silently told her things that no other man had ever even tried to say to her.
Chloe knew the man who had made love to her. She had known him since the day she was born. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that he truly recognized himself. The man was a strange bird, she would give him that. And he was also every bit the awesome lay she had thought he’d be. But he was also capable of ripping her heart to shreds if she let herself get too close to him. Not to mention what the man could do to her body.
She grinned at the memory despite herself and even as she cursed whoever was waking her up a mere hour into her slumber. Chloe then swung the door open and flipped the porch light on at the same time.
And then stopped breathing completely.
The scar was gone. And the smirk that had seemed to be burned onto his face when she had been able to see it had been replaced by a soft, caring look.
The eyes were still the blue she had wanted to drown in. The hair was jet black and silky looking. Touchable. Pullable.
Good for leverage and holding on when nothing else would do.
He was six foot three at least, just as he had been the first time she’d seen him. And just as firm.
All over.
She opened her mouth to speak but found that an impossibility with the reaction her mind, body and heart were having to the man in front of her. Not to mention the fact that the way he was looking at her said the exact same thing about his own feelings.
A breath came to her, but she found it ragged and without voice. The man in front of her was able to recover a little more quickly and Chloe felt her skin tingle when he managed to speak to her.
“I need for you to come home with me.”
Chloe felt herself swallow at the words that had just been uttered by the man in front of her. And then she felt her heart skip a beat as she heard the next words that came from his mouth.
“Barklee’s sick.”
Chapter Seven
Caine
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