He reached for me, pulling me onto his lap with effortless strength. I gasped as he kissed my neck. Caleb’s rough fingers trailed the edge of my breast. “Still cold?”
My breath hitched as his lips brushed against mine. Soft at first, teasing, before deepening into something hungrier. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me tighter, as my body melted between the heat coming off of him and the fire crackling before us.
I let out a small sigh as his lips moved down to my jaw, trailing a slow, deliberate path to a sensitive spot behind my ear.
“I want you. Only you. You’re perfect for me,” he murmured against my skin.
I swallowed hard, threading my fingers into his hair. “Show me.”
He chuckled, one full of promise. His lips found mine again in an all-consuming kiss.
I burned for him. Only him.
“I love your tattoos,” I complimented him. The water sloshed around us in the bathtub as I gestured toward his upper body.
“Thank you. I got this one after I took over as the owner of Bar.” He pointed to his chest where an intricate tattoo of Noelle’s name was surrounded by snowflakes and swirls to symbolize wind. Caleb had some ink on his upper bicep, but as far as I could tell, they were just random designs. The one on his chest above his heart obviously had deeper meaning.
“It’s my favorite,” I told him. “Is your mom excited for her big night tomorrow?”
I maneuvered as best as I could considering our close quarters. Not that I was complaining.
Caleb had just gotten off the phone with Noelle and Anne. Once we had our dinner on the patio, we finished cooking for the homeless shelter. By we, I mean Caleb. Although I did stir a few things.
Caleb and I were sprawled out in his bathtub. We were both a bit tipsy from the bottle of wine we brought into the bathroom with us.
One of the upsides of Caleb being a girl dad was having lavender bubble bath on hand.
So far, it had been the best date I’d ever been on.
“Very. But also nervous. One of the art magazines is going to cover it. I forgot which one, but they aren’t local. Mainstream press is good for her exposure,” Caleb remarked.
Thankfully, he couldn’t see my face as I turned to grab my drink because I blanched at the mention of the press being there after my bad experiences with them. This was going to be my first time at a public event since the incident. I was attending in support of Caleb and Anne, so the last thing I needed was my presence causing an unnecessary stir and taking the spotlight off his mom’s hard work. Neither was obligated to invite me, but they did. I appreciated them trying to bring me into the fold and make me feel welcome.
Caleb must have felt my tension because he scooped up some bubbles in his hand and proceeded to blow them in my face.
“My eyes!” I shrieked, grabbing bubbles of my own to plan my attack on him. There was no sense in worrying about the what-ifs. Not when I had this wonderful man taking such good care of me.
I dumped the bubbles over his head.
He dodged my attack effortlessly and shook his head so the soap whipped around the bathroom and directly into my right eye. “My eyes!” I cried again.
The energy changed in the air as I grazed his cock with my thigh. He smiled wickedly. “You don’t need to see for what I want you to do.”
I ran my fingers down his soapy chest until I wrapped my fingers around his cock, keeping my eyes on him. Well, my one eye that wasn’t irritated by the bubble bath.
“Oh fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobbed and he put his hand on my hips so I was straddling the tops of his thighs.
Caleb’s hand replaced my own and I was mesmerized by the sight of his hand on his cock as he grazed it against my clit. His palm worked over the thick, veined shaft as he tapped it againstmy center. “Fuck.” I gasped at the contact before he slipped into my pussy with no warning. My head tipped back in ecstasy as his fingertips tightened against my hips, helping me ride him. I expected marks to imprint my skin. I welcomed them. I wanted to be his more than anything.
CHAPTER 25
Caleb
“Caleb,the people from the magazine are here.” My mother squealed in my ear and faced Grace. “Do I look all right?” she asked as she smoothed down the front of her dress and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“All right doesn’t even begin to cover it. You look fabulous, and the pieces you’ve curated are fantastic. Very alluring and almost mysterious,” Grace complimented.
My mom took Grace’s hand and squeezed it. “Thank you. And thank you for being here tonight.”
