“The doc cleared you to come back,” he said. “It’s up to me to decide how active you are.”
“I’m ready,” I said.
“Take it easy for a while,” he said. “At least for a few weeks. After that, we’ll talk again.”
“Come on,” I said. “I’ve been sitting on my ass for over a month. I need to do something.”
“You will,” he said. “There’s plenty to do around here other than go on calls, all right? You lay low. Keep your head down.”
“You’re killing me,” I said.
“Suck it up,” Chief said.
I nodded and watched him walk away. I was pissed, but a part of me was glad. Tara’s treatments would start soon, and when they did, I wanted to be available to her. The last thing I needed was to get hurt again while Tara was undergoing chemo or worse, in the middle of brain surgery.
I walked back to the kitchen and fell into my chair beside her. She reached for my hand automatically, interlocking her fingers with mine. I grinned at her and then sat back. Listening to her shoot the shit with my buddies solidified my love for her. We sat in the kitchen for a few hours, just screwing around until finally, Tara turned to me with that look in her eyes.
I would recognize that look anywhere. My dick twitched in my pants, and everything disappeared but her. She stared at me, her pale blue eyes desperate and needy. I groaned quietly and leaned closer to her. I brushed my lips against her ear, making her shiver. When I pulled away, she was staring at me intently.
“Take me home,” she said softly.
“Goodnight boys,” I said, getting to my feet and pulling Tara with me. “We’ll see you later.”
“They’re totally gonna fuck,” Tyler said under his breath.
Tara turned to him with a sharp glare. She stared him down until his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Don’t be jealous, Tyler,” she said smoothly. “You’ll find the right man someday.”
The guys all whooped and hollered at the insult as we hurried outside. Tara’s hand was wound tightly around mine. We ran to the car with only one thing in mind.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - TARA
My body was desperate for Caleb’s touch. The entire drive home, I could barely see straight. My heart was racing in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. Caleb kept his hand on my knee, but it wasn’t enough. My jeans separated his skin from mine, and I wanted them gone. I longed to feel his strong hands rip off my clothes and press himself against me. My fantasies were working on overdrive as we finally made it back to his apartment.
Stumbling through the front door, Caleb’s hands were already on me. He tore off my shirt and my bra, kissing me roughly as each article of clothing fell to the floor. His fingers moved expertly down to my jeans. He unbuttoned them and shoved them down, pulling my panties with them. I was fully naked before we even made to his bedroom. He kissed me so hard that I thought our lips might fuse together. I couldn’t get enough of him. My tongue raked against his with a needy hunger I’d never felt before. No matter how many times we slept together, Caleb could still ignite my body in ways no one ever had.
He pushed me back on the bed. I bounced lightly and smiled up at him. He scrambled out of his own clothes, kicking them into a pile on the floor and crawling on top of me. His naked body pressed down on mine, his lips searching desperately for my neck. I lifted my head, allowing him better access while he tore at my skin with his tongue and teeth. I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him closer to me. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could already feel myself dripping with desire.
“I want you so fucking badly,” he growled against my skin.
“I’m yours,” I said.
He growled again and moved his lips down to my nipples. They were hard and perky, ready for his attention. He massaged one between two fingers while his teeth teased the other. I writhed beneath him, moaning with pleasure and need.
When he tore his lips from my tits, I whined in protest. He grinned up at me and slid down my body until he was between my legs.
“Oh God,” I moaned as he buried his face in my pussy. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue vicious and unrelenting. “Caleb.”
He licked me hard, grabbing my ass and pulling me forward. I lifted my hips and pressed myself harder against his tongue. My legs were already shaking, and my face was flushed with desire. I grabbed my tits and held on, rolling my nipples between my fingers while Caleb fucked me with his tongue.
My orgasm built slowly at first, and then, it came rushing to the surface like a flood. My body jerked forward, and Caleb held me there, still licking my clit ferociously.
“Caleb,” I moaned again. “Oh fuck!”
He didn’t stop after my orgasm. His tongue darted downward, lapping up the juices that flowed out of me. Before I could catch my breath, his tongue was back on my clit. I cried out and grasped the bedsheets with both hands. My fingers dug in, and my hips jerked upward to meet Caleb’s strokes.
In seconds, I was ready to come again. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my entire body was on fire. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Caleb had total control over my body, and I loved it.