I couldn’t think clearly, could only feel every scrape and silken glide as he invaded me and then pulled back with a growl before pushing back inside.
“Oh.” I moaned, unable to suppress the sound of pleasure that filled me and bubbled up.
It felt so good, so good and right, and I sobbed as Caleb took me, his hips snapping hard, his big hands biting into my hips when he lifted me and started to pound deeper. Harder. Faster.
“So tight. So damned hot and tight and silky. Take it.” He rasped, his tongue licking up my spine where he nuzzled into my neck and grunted.
His pounding thrusts sped up, growing in momentum until all I heard was slapping flesh and his growls of pleasure.
“Ah!”
I yelled out as it built, my sex clenching and sucking down as bliss took over and shivered through my womb, easing the burning ache deep within. It felt so good I floated as the waves continued and then ebbed, settling into a soft quake before Caleb grunted and stiffened, pulling out with a curse.
I would have hated that. I really would have, but I was incapable of logical thought for a good minute while pleasure filled me. Rolling over as soon as I could move, I looked over to see Caleb dressing so fast, his hands nearly blurred.
“Be at work in the morning.” He said, avoiding my eyes as he zipped his jeans.
Be at work?
I snorted at the rough command while my eyes fell closed and then listened as he left without another word. Or a cuddle.
Dammit, what was wrong with me? Had I just lain here and let him screw me and leave, I wondered, groaning when I couldn’t lie to myself.
“Nice.” I huffed, torn between satiation and disgust.
Hard to feel disgusted when you just had the best sex of your life.
“Yeah. But still. That wasn’t a good idea. I’m supposed to be done with Caleb, not having sex and then pretending it didn’t happen! I am officially done now. No more.”
Okay then. You tell me how thatworksout, my inner voice laughed, making me mutter a curse and turn over to snuggle into my pillow.
This sucked, and as I tried to block out the world, it occurred to me just how silly I was. I wanted to rage and go into a rant about…
Stupid Caleb.
Stupid freaking heat.
But the truth was…stupid…me.
If I was going to be upset, I had to examine my role in all of this and admit that I’d participated fully and very much willingly. It seemed I kept letting myself fall under the spell of lust I felt whenever Caleb near, and when I was done, I ended up hurt.
What I was going to do now, I didn’t know, but with my hat assuaged, for now, all I wanted to do was sleep. So that’s what I decided to do as I shut off my thoughts, snuggled closer to the pillow, and closed my eyes.
I was going to sleep, and I wasn’t going to obsess about my feelings or Caleb Chase and what an asshole he was.
No matter how much I wanted to.
Chapter 18 Caleb
“W
ell, you look like shit.” I heard, my head turning to find Cole stalking out of the tree line and towards the porch.
Taking up pacing again, I drank deeply from the glass of scotch I’d poured earlier and tried to center my thoughts. What happened was a mistake, and I knew it, and dammit, it shouldn’t have happened.
You didn’t regret it, though.
No, I didn’t. I didn’t regret one moment of being inside Ren Sheppard and feeling something other than half a male. In fact, I felt wonderful. I was strong and vital, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted more. Of Ren. Of us. Of me showing her how much of a male I was and how good we could be together.