“Don’t be.” He smiled, and again I was swept away by how beautiful it was. Caleb Calley was gorgeous. “I put it behind me.”
We were quiet for a moment. It wasn’t awkward. It was almost as if we were somehow closer. More familiar. Our lives had collided like two atoms and now we were fusing them even closer together.
“Can you believe we made a baby?” I asked.
“It’s blown my mind.” He shook his head. “Especially when I know I used a lot of protection that night.”
“Four condoms, if memory serves.”
A smile whispered on his lips. “Man, we’re greedy.”
I dragged my teeth across my bottom lip wondering if he was concerned about the possibility of sexually transmitted diseases.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I said. “And Dr. Perry tested for everything when he confirmed my pregnancy. Gave me the all clear. Thankfully. Finding out Charlie had been fucking other people for two years really scared me.”
“I recently got checked. You’re probably not going to believe me, but I’ve never had sex without protection.”
We used four condoms the night we met. It was believable. But condoms weren’t infallible, obviously, or we wouldn’t be sitting there having this conversation.
“Not even with drunken encounters?”
“Nope. I grew up in an MC. I overheard things as a kid and decided early on I wasn’t going to be getting shots of penicillin because I didn’t wrap before I —” He stopped himself from finishing his sentence, realizing how crude it was. He gave me a crooked grin. “You get the picture.”
I nodded and smiled, but then it faded when I wondered about how many women he’d slept with.
I looked at my watch. It was late. We’d lost almost three hours in the restaurant already.
“We should go,” I said, standing up.
“Before we go, can I ask you something?” he asked.
He rose to his feet and the look he gave me was pure heat.
He leaned in. “Does your no-sex rule start tonight. Or do we have the rest of the evening to make the most of it?”
I knew I had to keep things platonic between us and end these insane sexual encounters, but I couldn’t help but be enticed by my desire for him.
A wicked excitement lit up inside of me.
We had tonight, but come tomorrow we were nothing more than friends.
HONEY
We drove back to my apartment as quickly as possible. Sexual tension filled the car with a thrumming pulse, urging us to get home fast. As he drove, Caleb slid his hand over my thigh and I parted my legs wider, welcoming the touch of his hands on my skin. As his fingers pushed beneath the satin of my panties a shiver rippled through me and I bit down on my lip, desperate for him to be inside me.
A groan left him when he felt how wet I was. “Christ, you’re so wet just from me touching you.”
His eyes were hooded. His lips wet from his tongue sliding across them. And when we stopped at a set of traffic lights he had to use his other hand to adjust the erection tenting the front of his pants.
As we left the lights, his finger slid into me, teasing my clit with tantalizing swirls, my body tightening around him when he pushed into me again.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I breathed. The tension was building in me with every maddening stroke against my clit, with every push of his fingers into my body. My feet dug into the floor of the car, my hands tightened around the seat. I parted my thighs wider and slowly rocked my hips to meet every torturous touch.
“Come for me, baby,” he coaxed hoarsely.
He detonated my orgasm with one final press of his thumb against my clit. My head fell back and my eyes closed, my moans filling the car. Consumed by my climax, my hands gripped the seat so hard my fingers ached.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Caleb moaned while expertly guiding the car through the streets toward my apartment. He rubbed the outline of his hard cock again. “I’m hard as fuck and I’m desperate to be inside you.”
He pulled up into my parking space and we kissed passionately outside the car, then again on the stairs leading to the second floor. But we were both desperate to get inside, so we ran up the stairs and I hurriedly dug into my handbag for my keys.
Shoving the key into the door, I quickly unlocked it, but as soon as I stepped inside, I came to a stop.
Call it a sixth sense but somehow I knew someone had been in my apartment while we were gone.
I glanced around, looking for anything that might be out of place, but everything looked normal.
Yet…
“What’s wrong?” Caleb asked.
“Someone has been in here.”
Caleb’s body language changed. He stiffened. His eyes darted around the room.