Page 43 of Crash Over Us
“I should put them in water.” I walked inside, and Caleb followed.
I hadn’t gotten past the table before he pulled me into his arms. His mouth covered mine. His lips crushingly passionate. I moaned at the first taste of his tongue. My hands wrapped around his neck. The world was right side up again. This was the type of spinning I understood. Our tongues tangled together as he sat me on the kitchen counter.
“I think we fell asleep too early last night,” he breathed.
“You think?” I teased.
He kissed the side of my neck, sliding the strap of my tank top to my shoulder. His tongue lingered against my throat. I licked the tip of his thumb as he brushed it over my lips. My core tingled, and everything inside me wanted him. I wanted to make things right. I wanted to show him I loved him. I wanted him to know I wasn’t angry anymore.
I purred as his hands slid along my ribs, lifting my shirt. He rubbed my nipples. I wanted to take all of this in. Relish in how we could reconnect after a night neither of us could get back. My knees widened, inviting him in. I wrapped my legs against his waist, in awe when he pressed the silhouette of his hard cock against my center.
“I want you, Margot,” he whispered against my neck.
“There’s nothing stopping you,” I teased.
Our heads jerked forward when we heard a car door slam. I leaned back to peer out the window.
Caleb growled, “Dean.”
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I was so fucking turned on. I wanted her. Every inch of her. To taste her skin. To hear her moan. I was ready to shred every piece of her clothing and mine and fuck her on the kitchen counter until we were breathless and needed to come up for air.
Her lips were soft and so damn kissable. But her tits? God, I loved touching her and licking her. There was no way we could hold back this morning, not after how we both let last night get out of hand. It never should have happened that way.
Dinner with my parents had been exactly what I had hoped for. They got along. They liked each other. The conversation was easy and flowing. Jacob was Jacob. She was getting her footing again after what he had let slip about the different assignments around the country.
We would get better at communicating. We would figure the rest of it out together. Right now, all I wanted was her naked body under mine.
The instant I heard the car, I knew exactly who had interrupted us.
“Dean.” My jaw clenched.
“Oh shit. He always shows up like this.” Margot scrambled to put her shirt back together.
I had no idea how I was going to turn around. My shorts were tight against the hardness of my cock. I needed a fucking minute to get my body under control.
Margot pushed past me and hopped off the counter. I braced myself on the countertop, trying to breathe. The ache was painful. I wanted her and I wanted that asshole to stop dropping by unannounced.
“Don’t worry. The door is locked. I’ll meet him on the porch. Why don’t you get some water?”
She knew exactly what my problem was without me having to explain that I couldn’t move. I nodded, and she headed out to greet him. I took a few more deep breaths and walked to the fridge for cold water. I chugged a couple of glasses before I knew I was steady enough to join them on the porch.
I opened the door. Dean sat in the corner. He had spread files across the table. He looked up at me with a cocky expression.
Margot’s head whipped around. I saw the look in her eyes. Something wasn’t right. The way she had looked at me five minutes ago was long gone. This was something entirely different.
“Dean?” I gave him a quick nod.
“Is this true?” she asked.
I stepped onto the porch. “Is what true?” I had no idea what was going on.
Dean cleared his throat. “I’ve been doing some research work on Margot’s behalf. As her attorney. She asked me to look into a few things for her.”
“Okay. And what’s this about?”
