“Kiss me, Cal,” she breathed again.
He pulled himself away from her. It had been stupid of him to do it in the first place. Morgan had such a distinctive scent. One that called to him, stirred him up. Becca didn’t. Not that she didn’t smell nice—very flowery in fact—but she didn’t smell like Morgan. He stared down at her, willing his body to take her even if his mind was shifting him into a full dead stop. She opened her eyes wider and he realized suddenly that they weren’t the same color as Morgan’s, not anywhere close to chocolate brown. And her lips were almost too pouty, not at all proportioned like Morgan’s. It was those little things that Cal noticed as he held Becca. How her body didn’t fit his quite the same way and her breasts were a little too large.
He closed his eyes and sighed. Shit.
“What’s the matter?” Her voice suddenly sounded too nasally.
He shook his head as he opened his eyes, releasing her hair from his grasp and removing his hand from under her shirt. He pried her hands from his semi-hard cock, which she had freed from the towel only moments before.
“I’m sorry, Becca. I’ve made a mistake.” He leaned down and snatched his jeans from the floor where he’d left them and quickly pulled them on.
Becca stood with her arms crossed, her bottom lip quivering. “A mistake?”
He sighed and moved toward her again, pulling her into his embrace and staring down into her eyes as he quickly etched a spell on her. “You won’t remember any of this in the morning. Instead, you’ll think you had too much to drink and didn’t want to drive home,” he whispered as her eyes slid closed and her body went limp. He laid her on the bed, then finished dressing.
It was useless to battle it. He just couldn’t do it. He could not betray Morgan, even if it was what she wanted, and he was tired of fighting against nature. He needed to be with his Huntress. He needed to stop avoiding his duty to her, convince her that he could be the man she needed him to be. And if she was destined to betray him, then he would deal with it. Why deny himself the only true happiness he’d ever know when time was running out? The battle with Lazarus was a little more than a week away and he needed to be with Morgan, bonded with her in every possible way.
With one last look around the room, he grabbed his bike keys and helmet then left, making sure that the door locked behind him. Now that he knew he was going back to her, he couldn’t seem to get there fast enough. He donned his helmet and revved the engine before gunning out of the lot, hoping that after everything he’d done, Morgan would find some way to forgive him.
Chapter Thirty
Redemption
After my shower, which had made me feel better for about ten minutes, I slipped back into bed and fell fast asleep. So when the door to my room opened, I was in a state of total confusion, not knowing what time it was.
“Candy, I don’t want any company right now, okay? Just leave me alone.” My voice came out as a throaty grumble.
I felt the bed shift with the weight of someone heavy and bolted up, squinting into the limited light of the moon’s rays. “Cal?” I almost didn’t want to believe my eyes.
The massive body sitting on the bed turned and moments later the light from the side table lamp cascaded over him. My lips quivered and my eyes welled with tears as an unbidden sense of relief and even joy washed over me. “Cal?”
He was staring at me, his eyes filled with sadness. “God, Morgan, I’m so sorry I was such a fucking asshole. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? I promise you, I’ll never behave that way again.”
I was too stunned to speak as I stared back at him, my brain still rejecting the fact that he was actually there. He’d come home in my dreams many times over the past few nights, so part of me thought that this could be my mind’s way of screwing with me.
“Cal? Are you really back?” I murmured.
A small smile touched his mouth as he leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. “Yeah, I’m back. If you’ll have me.”
I gasped at his touch, my heart stuttering, my thoughts chaotic. A flare of anger there and then gone as my body’s need to be with my Hunter took over completely. Without another moment’s hesitation, I launched myself at him, scrambling over the sheets to land on his lap, my momentum sending us tumbling to the floor. He caught me in his arms and held me close to his chest, kissing my head, my brow, my nose, bathing me with affection.
“God, Morgan. I’m so sorry.”