Caleb
I can’t stop myself. The curvy scientist has a long hard f**k coming and someone’s got to give it to her. She needs to know that not all men are takers. That s*x should feel good. That she’s got a body built for pleasure.
The scent of her arousal intoxicates me more than my hooch intoxicated her. I slant my lips over her mouth, taking it. Owning it. My tongue sweeps between her lips, I taste the alcohol and chocolate on her breath.
Stop. Back off.
She’s drunk.
You’re taking advantage.
Reason attempts to seep in, but my bear’s not having it. He claws to the surface and my teeth lengthen.
Christ, bear. Really? A mating bite? My bear is f*****g insane.
I force myself to break the kiss and step back. “Doctor, you’ve had too much to drink to make good decisions.”
She twists the f
