Apparently, he did as well because he grabbed my waist and tossed me onto the bed. My ass bounced against the mattress and I gasped.
When Caleb pulled off his shirt and proceeded to unzip his pants, I looked on shamelessly. He certainly didn’t have a dad bod. He was toned, not ripped, but equally gorgeous.
Swirls of ink on his upper bicep and on his chest right over his heart caught my eye, but Caleb leaned forward on the bed before I could make out either tattoo. He gave me a devilish smirk and reached for the button on my pants. Caleb looked back to me and silently asked me permission as he stroked across my stomach, and I nodded eagerly.
My body hummed in anticipation, and I felt like a live wire. The air was filled with a passion and lust that I had never experienced.
And the way he looked at me … Everybody should be looked at the way Caleb was looking at me, at least once in their lifetime.
“God, Grace, you’re so fucking sexy.” He groaned as he slowly slid my pants down my legs, revealing my lace thong. “I’ve thought about this for so long.”
“How long?” I teased, batting my eyes at him.
“Since I ran after you,” Caleb admitted, looking at me as he hooked my underwear with his thumbs, and peeled them off quicker than he had my pants.
I laughed. “I win, then.”
He looked at me questioningly.
“I’ve wanted you since I spilled my drink on you.”
Caleb shook his head as he hovered over my body. His boxers were the only thing keeping us apart. “And here I was trying to be a gentleman,” he teased.
I could barely focus on what he was saying. My brain was turning to mush, seeing him practically naked and oh so sexy.
Caleb’s face became serious all of a sudden and his shoulders sagged.
“What is it?” I asked. I really fucking hoped he wasn’t changing his mind.
“I want you. You’re so gorgeous and you’re a good person. I don’t think you see that about yourself. But it’s because of those reasons I think we should wait a little longer. I’m not seeing anybody else. I don’t know?—”
I cut him off. “That’s okay. I mean I want you, but waiting is cool too,” I offered. “Even though it might kill me.”
“Well just because sex is off the table, it doesn’t mean we can’t do other fun things.” He waggled his eyebrows at me, lowering his head to kiss me once more.
I arched my back up to him, feeling the coarse hair on his chest rub against my nipples. When he pulled away too quickly for my liking, I asked breathlessly, “What other fun things?”
“Let me show you.” Caleb gave me a smile and a peck on the lips before making his way to my breasts. He took one nipple inhis mouth, sucking lightly before moving to the other, using his tongue to swirl around the hardened peak.
I gasped for air, his actions overwhelming my senses in the very best way imaginable. By the time I’d caught my breath, his mouth had moved to my stomach, where he placed small kisses as he crept farther and farther south until he was nestled between my thighs.
Holy shit.
Expertly, he used his mouth and his tongue—his fingers rubbing all the spots his mouth didn’t—to take me to new heights. Fuck me.
I dug my heel into his shoulders as he sucked and nipped my needy flesh.
His tongue snaked around my clit, over and over. Then he scraped it lightly with his teeth before he sucked it between his lips. Needing something to anchor myself, I grabbed his biceps, digging my nails into him.
Every now and then, Caleb flattened his tongue, taking languid licks along my slit. It was this merry-go-round of pleasure. Like nothing I had ever experienced prior.
Nobody had ever done this for me. Not because I didn’t want them to. They just didn’t offer. UES boys couldn’t be bothered to get their hands dirty, let alone their mouths.
My walls clenched, and I moaned his name. Over and over again. I threw my head back onto the pillow, the scents from his sheets engulfing me and adding to my bliss. I was a goner.
“Caleb.” I panted my breathless plea as I let go.
So this was what everyone was talking about.
