In my peripheral vision, I saw Caleb’s sock-clad feet make their way toward me. Despite avoiding looking in his direction, I could feel his gaze as he approached. It always hypnotized me. Like I was under his spell. Which was part of the reason I couldn’t force my eyes up from the floor. If I stared into those aquamarine eyes, I’d be powerless, willing to give him whatever he wanted. It was all his anyway. And all he seemed to want was me. To comfort me. To care for me.
“It’s okay.” Caleb lifted my chin to make me look at him. “Tell me more at your pace. When you’re ready,” he added. “We’ve got time.”
I fixated on his shimmering, blue eyes. Damn, you didn’t see that shade every day.
I nodded, focusing on his words and letting them settle my anxiousness. As the panic wore off, I decided to lighten the mood by shooting my shot. “So?” I questioned and cocked my head to one side.
Before anything else could be said, Caleb grabbed my waist and brought me to him. Once our bodies were flush, his lips were on mine.
Hard, wet, filled with want.
Caleb made me feel desired. And man, did I yearn for him.
I had never once wanted a man the way I did Caleb. Come to think of it, all of my previous physical advances were more obligatory than passionate.
I lost myself in the kiss, the way his mouth molded with mine, the delicious sliding of his tongue as it tangled againstmy own. I could tell by the way his breathy moans filled the air around us that he was enjoying this as much as I was. When I slid my hands up his neck, wanting to pull him closer, to erase any distance between us, Caleb pulled away.
Damn, the willpower this guy had was incredible.
As my heart beat frantically in my chest, he took my hand in his and led me to the couch. Once we both were seated, I wasted no time and thought now was as good a time as any to try to take things further, so I straddled him. I shimmied into a comfortable position, moving until our hips aligned, and a groan came from Caleb. It was a sound so rough and filled with want that my arousal spiked. I looked down at him and smirked, taking in the hunger in his eyes.
He cupped my cheek and brought my face down to his. Caleb’s lips were soft against my own. I rolled my hips against him again, searching for friction. The sound that left me was shameless. I could have sworn he made one too.
Wanting to feel his skin on mine, I grabbed the hem of my blouse, but I was met with resistance. Caleb shooed my hand away, lowering the fabric. I broke the kiss and looked down at him, probably a little annoyed and definitely a lot frustrated.
“See something you like?” I asked, arching a brow as I held his gaze, taunting.
Caleb smirked, his lips shiny from my lip gloss and red from our kissing. I liked it.
He nodded. “Yeah, I do.” His eyes trailed over my body, and I shivered under his gaze.
Faster than I could have done, he had my shirt off and tossed somewhere in his living room.
I’d thankfully worn one of my newer La Perla bras. While none of my previous partners inspired me to dress in sexy attire for them, I did love lingerie. I wore it more for me than anythingelse. But judging by the look on Caleb’s face, he definitely appreciated this aspect of my fancy things.
I leaned down and resumed the attack on his lips. As I grabbed the back of his head, our noses scrunched up together. It was a sloppy, needy kiss.
I pulled away, desperate for air, but his lips didn’t leave my body. No—they just relocated to my neck, to my collarbone, to the tops of my breasts.
Caleb swiftly reached behind me and flicked open my bra. I slid my arms out of the offensive material, shoving it to the side so that my bare chest pressed against the cotton of his shirt.
Caleb rose from the couch, taking me with him, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands clutching on to his shoulders for balance. I leaned up and gave him another kiss, savoring the way he tasted.Damn, I think I am addicted.
He helped me to my feet, and as soon as I was steady, he captured my lips once more and started walking us backwards. His hands roamed over my naked flesh, caressing the skin that had been revealed to him. Strong fingers teased along my rib cage, ghosting over the underside of my breast.
A loud bang echoed throughout the house as my back hit the wall, our steps faltering as we were forced to pull apart. Caleb stopped nipping at my lips, his eyes locking with mine.
Words weren’t needed to ask the question that was evident in his eyes … and then there was the prominent bulge in his pants.
I nodded once, slightly amused that he was finally breaking his “taking it slow” vow.
Caleb took my hand in his and led the way to his bedroom. His room was filled with mahogany furniture. The comforter over the king-sized bed was a deep gray, which matched the paint on the walls. It had a sexy vibe if you ignored the pink, frilly items scattered throughout. The bed was covered with extra pillows and blankets. There were some princess blanketsand stuffed animals on the bed. No doubt left behind by his daughter, Noelle.
Caleb quickly grabbed the pile of little girl items and shoved them inside the quilted ottoman at the foot of the bed. He then stalked toward me. “Ready to run yet?” Caleb taunted.
For every step he took in my direction, I matched it with one of my own, moving backward, trying to keep some distance between us. My progress was halted when my legs hit the side of the bed, leaving me no room to move. I was trapped between this gorgeous man and his bed. Which, all things considered, was not a bad situation to be in.
I shook my head and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him into me. My lips practically attacked him, sucking and nipping, but I wanted more.
