I shake my head.
“You feel like home.” He retreats, only to slam into me again. “Like I spent the last six years lost with no way of being able to return. As if I was stuck in an endless night with no light to help guide me back to you.” He lifts me higher this time, changing his angle as he slides in slower this time, drawing out our pleasure.
My legs tighten around his body, tugging him forward until he hovers over me again.
Whatever control Cal had over the situation snaps as he throws my legs over his shoulders and drives himself inside me with enough power to push me backward. I grasp the comforter and take his thrusts.
Pleasure builds, my orgasm slowly rising like the beginnings of a wave. I want to give in but the urge to hold out has me fighting back the pressure building in my lower belly. Cal takes my lack of orgasm as a challenge. His thrusts deepen, stealing my breath away with every single push.
When he catches me slipping backward, he pulls me back and wraps his fingers around my throat, holding me in place as he drives into me with abandon.
Shit.He fucks like a man on the brink of madness.
“Cal,” I rasp.
“Say my name like that again.” His hand around my neck tightens.
“Cal.”I gasp as his cock brushes against the sensitive spot inside me. He repeats the same move, and my back arches as if pulled by a string.
My legs hanging over his shoulders tremble as I explode.
Cal doesn’t stop thrusting until another orgasm builds inside of me. This time, he follows soon after me, his body shuddering from his release. His pumps become shallower, his movements jerkier as he rides his orgasm until the end.
He collapses against me, driving us both deeper into the mattress. I brush through the slick strands of his hair with my fingers.
He presses a chaste kiss against my skin. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Then become the man who does.”
Irun my hands through Lana’s hair. She always loved when I would play with the strands until she fell asleep. My own eyes begin to droop, post-sex drowsiness trying to pull me under.
Time to go.
I’m not ready to leave, although I know I’m going to have to. It’s inevitable with Cami in the house.
“I should go before I fall asleep.” My fingers run down her back, tracing the goose bumps breaking out across her skin. She snuggles deeper into my chest and throws her leg over mine.
“I don’t want you to leave,” she grumbles against my skin.
I chuckle and drop a soft kiss on the top of her head, earning a sweet sigh from her. “I know, but I doubt you want to wake up in the morning to Cami asking you a hundred questions about us.”
She flinches against me.
This is exactly why you need to leave.
Because no matter what has changed between us, Lana will always protect her daughter first, even if it means hiding what we are until she trusts me fully.
“It’s not that I’m ashamed…” Her voice trails off.
“I get it.” And with me leaving to rehab soon, it’s probably for the best. I have every intention of coming back, but Cami won’t understand.
She releases a heavy sigh. “She was so excited about Victor.”
I wince and my hands remain frozen against her back.
Lana traces an invisible pattern against my chest. “I was careful at first and didn’t have them meet until I was sure he and I were serious.”
The only thing keeping me from slipping away is her soft touch teasing my skin and my growing curiosity at what happened.