He kissed her neck and said, “Hope you’re well rested. I’m in desperate need of you.”
In a teasing voice, she mocked him. “Desperate? Now who’s being the smartass?”
“Definitely not me. I’ve been too wiped out to make love to you and you rise with the sun and leave my bed.”
“I do have breakfast to make for my guests. Hence the bed and breakfast label.”
He smirked, though he knew she couldn’t see it. “Funny.”
“You and Sam are paying guests. Leaving cash on the kitchen counter… You didn’t have to go to that extreme.”
“I did. You weren’t charging our credit cards. And, like you said, we’re guests.”
“Hmm, and I’m sleeping with one of you. That’s a bizarre line to cross.”
“Unfortunately,” he said as his thumbs swept over her nipples and his excitement escalated, “sleeping is all we’ve done lately.” His tongue flicked her earlobe and she moaned again. “I want you, Reese.”
One of his hands slid down her belly to the apex of her legs. He rubbed her through her jeans and her ass ground against his cock in response.
“Caleb,” she whispered in a lusty voice.
“What do you want, darlin’?”
“You. Inside me.”
The fact she didn’t hesitate to tell him that, despite seemingly still having some sort of issue with him paying for his room and the food she served him and Sam, made him grin. Regardless of semantics, she was apparently as hot for him as he was for her.
He unfastened her jeans and slipped his hand behind the lacy material covering the heart of her. His fingers glided over her slick pussy lips and he groaned.
“Damn,” he muttered against her temple. “You’re already wet for me.”
“Since you walked through the door much earlier this evening.”
“Now that’s hot, darlin’.” He rubbed her labia and then her clit, while his other hand cupped her breast and toyed with the hard nipple. “But I want you even wetter.”
He pushed a finger deep into her pussy and she let out a sharp gasp. “Oh God, yes.” She raised an arm and twined her fingers through his hair as his mouth trailed along the crook of her neck to her shoulder. “Caleb,” she said in the provocative voice that made his pulse spike. “Make me come.”
A primal grunt fell from his lips. “How many times, sweetheart?”
Her fingers tightened around the strands she held. “At least twice before you make love to me.”
“Greedy little thing.”
“You keep falling asleep on me. I deserve them.”
He liked her playful tone. Maybe she was finally starting to grasp how desirable she was—and how worthy she was of affection.
“Darlin’, I’ll make you come all night long if that’s what you want.”
She sighed again. “Could you be more perfect?”
“Yes,” he was quick to say, knowing he had a slew of shortcomings, some of which she knew nothing about, particularly when it came to his family. “But like I said before, I’m working on it.”
“Work on me,” she told him as her cunt clenched his fingers. “I am all kinds of crazy for you.”
His lips slid along her skin, to the nape of her neck. He rubbed her clit with two fingertips and more pressure. Her breathing picked up. Her legs shook, but he held her against him, her back melding to his torso. She let out a low moan and her head fell back on his shoulder.
“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”