“Oh…” I practically whimper.
“It’s a kiss.”
This isn’t a kiss. It’s a full-body experience. One that has my toes curling in my shoes and my skin screaming to be touched.
Dear God but if Caleb thought this was a simple kiss, just what would the complete experience be like?
“Why?” I breathe, unable to stop myself. In a few moments, I know that my ability for rational thought is going to dissolve entirely, and I’ll be left with nothing but my sexual instincts for guidance. It’s now or never for answers. “Why now?”
The last time we had been like this, the last time I had felt all that delicious muscle falling into me, Caleb had been unwilling to take our passions where they ached to go. He had played the gentleman.
Which is why I’m so confused by the Caleb of here and now. He’s frozen above me. He’s watching me with eyes of burning fire. His lips are parted on heavy breaths. I can feel the long, hard length of him pressed against my belly. I watch as the thick column of his throat drops and lifts in a swallow.
Please don’t change your mind again, I pray. Dammit, why did I have to open my big mouth.
“Because I want you.”
Because I want you.
Not because I care for you, love you, or want to be with you. But, I want you.
Perfect.
I feel the corner of my mouth curling upwards as I reach for his hair. Weeks of dreaming have me eager to twist the curls about my fingers before watching them bounce free. Caleb closes his eyes, apparently pleased by my touch.
“Caleb?” I whisper his name, even though we’re alone.
“Hmm?” He leans into my hand.
“You can keep kissing me now.”
Like I’ve sent a bolt of static through him, Caleb’s eyes shoot open, and his body tenses into a hard wall of power. He leans into me, that arousal of his pressing deep against my stomach and his chest coming flush against mine. And there he pauses.
I swallow back a gasp.
I know what this is. He’s checking that I mean what I say. He’s showing me what he’s offering. The limits of it… and the might of it.
His message is more than clear. Tonight, he’s giving me his body. Nothing more, nothing less.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
I’ve never known Caleb to be unfair before, but he is now. Before I can answer, he begins to roll his hips. I can feel the tip of his most male part drawing circles against my middle.
“Yes. I’m sure,” I gasp. Just how is a girl supposed to answer otherwise?
This time when Caleb comes to me, it’s with the ease and slow seduction of a man who knows he has all hours of the night. He lowers his head, watching me as he draws close before his gaze falls to my mouth. I feel my lips part and my breath slow…
My heartbeat is in my ears, my chest, and between my legs. Each is a little out of rhythm with the next. Like I’m playing a frantic drum within my body. A dance that I want him to join me in.
I reach up, wrap my arms around Caleb’s neck, and absorb him into my embrace. My breasts flatten against his hard chest and my hips cushion his weight as he presses me into the wall. It seems the most natural thing in the world to lift my leg and wrap a thigh around his hip.
His breath coming in heavy pants now, Caleb’s touch abandons my face and hair. He reaches beneath me, each cheek of my bottom suddenly in his hands. I’m lifted up, his hips finding a better spot directly beneath me. I’m poised upon his desire. The end of his shaft presses against me through the denim of his jeans and the silk of my panties. My skirts have been pushed aside into a shambled mass around my waist.
“Oh my—”
“Feel that?” Caleb rolls his hips again. This time, his probing head rubs hard against the seam of my womanhood. My eyes snap wide and my mouth parts on a silent gasp. Silent because I have no air to exhaust.
Caleb doesn’t let up.