“I said…” He pushes forward again until he brushes roughly against my most sensitive spot. Even through clothing, it sends jittering sparks dancing over my skin, and I cry out.
“Do you feel that?”
“Yes.” I gasp. “Oh God, yes.”
I reach for his mouth with mine, seeking that heated kiss, but he dodges me, leaving me wanting. Instead, his mouth finds my neck.
I feel the softness of his lips, the sucking sensation of his kiss against my skin. The tendon of my neck starts to shiver, and my thighs clamp down hard around his waist.
“Tell me you want me, Lizzie.”
I can’t help the soft mew that escapes my lips when I feel the tip of his tongue press against the hollow between my neck and collarbone.
“Tell me you want me inside you.”
Dammit. So much for Caleb Walker being a man of few words. Apparently, the man has plenty to say. He just saves it for when he’s alone with a lover. When the words can seep into her skin like an embrace and send her heart racing.
“I want you…” I admit without shame. My hands wrap around his neck again before grabbing hold of his hair. I yank him away from my neck where he’s causing such mayhem. “But if you don’t kiss me again right now, you’re in for a world of hurt, Caleb Walker.”
And suddenly the man whose stubborn streak could put a mule to shame is as obedient as a kitten. Or rather… a wildcat.
He kisses me and I kiss him. Our passions come together in a fire that’s been steadily smoldering for weeks. Our hands explore the shape of one another, scratching over edges of clothing and desperately seeking skin. Neither of us seem willing to break from our embrace long enough to discard shirts or dresses so we’re left unsatisfied, taking out our frustration on one another’s mouths.
If we can’t have skin, we’ll most certainly have tongue.
I don’t recall when the kiss turned carnal. Or when I yielded under him and let Caleb take complete command of my mouth. All I know is that I love every second of it.
His tongue probes hard and deep, exploring every corner and dancing with mine. The kiss burns hotter, turns wetter, and becomes a game of who can make the other sigh and sing the most. With each moan Caleb relents, I give him a soft sigh. With every gasp that breaks free of me, Caleb growls his approval.
Soon, the hands that have been gripping my butt through cotton are now on my bare skin. Refusing to be slowed by a mere scrap of fabric, Caleb has dived beneath my skirts to find the lace that lies between my thighs. As he cups me, hands molding to the softness of my bottom, Caleb hisses with restrained passion and I feel the jerk of his hips against mine. My euphoria shoots higher.
“Take me…” I beg, hands suddenly tugging at the damn tie he’d worn tonight.
“What?”
“Take me. Take me here… Please, Caleb…”
For a second, Caleb pauses. Just for a second. As if he’s shocked to have a woman demand he bury himself inside her before they even reach a bed. Then he gets over it and everything goes right back on schedule.
Only at twice the speed.
A flick of the wrist and I feel my panties suddenly snap free of my thighs, somehow spirited away in the work of a moment. A simple lift and shift has me poised against the wall. I hear the descent of a zipper, the heavy exhale of a man on the edge, and then the most beautiful sensation I’d ever known—the silken head of Caleb’s naked form, pressing for permission into my body.
I don’t wait.
A thrust of my hips has Caleb’s head pressing inside. My gasp is lost in Caleb’s groan as he gives his own thrust and is suddenly buried deep.
“Ah! Mmm…”
I can’t think. I can’t see. Little stars blink across my vision, but I’ve not even climaxed yet. Just the feeling of being stretched, so impossibly stretched, over Caleb’s deliciously hard length, is enough to have my lungs spasming to a stop and my eyes spark little wicks of light.
“Oh God.”
This time, it’s Caleb who cusses.
He buries his face in my neck, groaning against my skin. I can feel him shaking against me.
“Dammit, Lizzie, I’m not sure I can…”