So forbidden, so bad, and if I did anything, if anything happened — she'd want to kill us.
My feelings about Mr. Callahan confused and excited me. I didn’t expect to see him again. Now, he was close enough to touch.
He was a buff billionaire who married the one person I shouldn’t ever compete with for a man. He was off-limits. And I was 19, still holding my V-card.
Maybe if I wasn’t so mad at Jenny, and he wasn’t so muscular and appreciative — and if he didn’t flirt with me — I could stop thinking such nasty thoughts about him.
But from the first time our bodies touched, I started to burn.
Small rocks clattered by and I shielded my face as he scrambled down the cliff for me. I smelled him, his pungent musk. He crouched next to me. His big, strong body blocked the wind. He was so close I felt his warmth. My teeth chattered. Goosebumps covered me. He reached out, the way someone who never saw it before might approach fire. He smoothed my hair. His hand shook.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes." I didn't want to talk to him. Flaming embarrassment consumed me.
"You could have been killed. I thought you were going to break your neck."
"So?" My anger saved me from wallowing in shame. How dared he pretend he cared?
"So —. Sloane." He moaned my name. He grabbed me and pulled me to his hard body.