“I’m still scared. I don’t know what you were doing. I know what I saw though. That man was in a trunk…and you punched him.”
Wes raised one hand for her to see his bruised and bloodied knuckles. “I hit the wall next to him, not him. And he is the bad man, not me.” As he spoke he slowly slid the bathrobe off her shoulders and pulled her forward a few inches to let the robe drop to the floor. Callie fisted her hands and smacked his chest, trying to push him away. She needed answers. But he had other ideas. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, giving them a hard squeeze. Callie hissed in outrage, but he silenced her with a deep, penetrating kiss.
Before she could even muster up a proper defense, he was jerking his pajama bottoms down and kicking her legs apart. His kiss was too potent. The erot
