Free Carl: Caveman Instinct series 2.5 by Hazel Gower Page B

you’d be home for an hour or so.”
    “Bellie?” My mother said into my ear reminding me my phone was still on.
    “Sorry mum. Carl just got home. Can I call you tomorrow?”
    “Sure honey. Bye.”
    “Bye mum.” I hung up the phone, took the hands free out of my ear, and stared up at Carl. “Sorry.”
    He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead. “No need to apologize. I came home early. I thought we could go over to my brother’s. They’re having a family dinner.”
    “Are you sure you want me to go? Meeting your family is big.”
    “Of course.” His brow furrowed and his lips thinned. “Want to tell me why you’re crying honey? Can I do anything to make it better?”
    Wrapping my arms around him I squeezed him tight. “You just did.” Reaching up on tip toes, I pulled Carl down and claimed his mouth. My body came alive as soon as I touched his. I could never get enough of him. It was like we were magnets, whenever he was close I needed to be closer to him. I needed to touch him, to love him. The pull between us seemed to get stronger and stronger the more we were together.
    When I pulled away for breath his smile was so hot, with his dimples and his dark brown, almost black, gaze filled with lust. “Whatever I did, tell me now so I can do it again.”
    I hugged him tight. “You were just being you.” I stepped back and saw him shake his head.
    “Honey, you’re a strange one. I came in here to find you crying and I was worried that something was wrong and then you go from crying, to making out with me, and then smiling all happy.”
    I couldn’t help but giggle. When he put it like that I did sound a bit bipolar. I needed to tell him. My mum was right. I was worth something and I needed to know where I stood. I went over to the sofa and sat, patting the spot beside me. Carl came and sat down. He leaned back on the sofa and then grabbed me and moved me onto his lap. I didn’t bother moving back to my spot, instead I snuggled into him, took a deep calming breath in and slowly let it out. “Carl, I need to talk to you and I want you to be quiet and listen to me for a moment. Can you do that?”
    “Sure honey.” His fingers caressed my arm.
    “Okay. This has all been a whirlwind and I’m scared, no terrified, I’m going to wake up and this will be a dream or you’ll change your mind.” His touch stopped and I just knew he wouldn’t keep quiet so I held up my hand. “Wait. Look, I want to know what’s going on. You say I’m yours and that you’re mine, but does that mean were in relationship or are we just sleeping together? Am I your mistress or are we having fun? Have you been like this with other woman? Also, before you say anything about you calling me your fiancée and telling my mum and so on, you haven’t asked me to marry you. And don’t you think we’re moving too fast?” I shook my head, needing to clear it. “When I’m with you, all my sensibility goes out the door. All I can think about is you and us being together. I become obsessed.” I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest.
    “You done?”
    I nodded. His fingers captured a strand of hair that fell out of my bun. He twirled it. “I told you about the curse. The effect we have on each other, that’s the curse helping to ensure we stay happy and together. Are we moving fast? I suppose, yes, but I know I want you. I know you’re my one. My soul mate. I have said this before. So why should I wait? I’m forty-five. I’ve waited long enough for you.” He let my hair go, rested his hands on my hips and lifted me so I turned and straddled him. He tilted my chin up so my gaze caught his. “You’re not my mistress. I have never been like this with any other woman and I never will. You will be my wife. I will ask you, and I am just as obsessed with you as you are with me.” He rested his forehead on mine. “You make me better.” His lips found mine and I melted into the kiss.
    Okay, I was in love with Carl