She moved very quickly, a stream of dark hair and a bathrobe rushing toward the bedroom door. Caleb growled deep in his chest. He lunged at the girl and grabbed a handful of her cloak, but when he pulled back, she wiped it off the pile of cloth. The voluptuous scent of flesh assaulted all his senses. When the girl’s hands reached the bedroom door and found it securely locked, his fingers dug into her hair and clenched into a fist. He pulled her back abruptly, causing her to stumble to the floor. No longer taking her ferocity for granted, no longer enjoying the sight of her thrashing limbs, he sat directly on top of the girl. “Is not!” she screamed in despair, her knees searching for his groin again, her nails determined to dig into his face. You like to fight, don’t you?” He smiled. “I like it too.” Using more force than necessary, he wrapped his legs around hers and held her wrists above her head with his left hand.