Melinda looked serious. Caleb hadn't let go of her hand yet and his bear was growling to get out. To make her his.
That wasn't what she was talking about. She was talking about s*x. Just s*x. What red-blooded male wouldn't want no-strings-attached s*x? Him, of course, but this was his mate. If he messed this up, he wouldn't get another shot.
What if he might want a mate later on? A few years from now? He'd be sunk. He'd be without a mate.
Then again, maybe if he could keep this relationship as she wanted, in the future they would already be together. Might be the plan.
“Your silence is deafening." She pulled away her hand. “Sorry I asked."
Shit. Now he'd offended her. “I'm just taken aback. No woman has ever asked me for that. They all seem to want to marry me after the first date."
