“What do you want?” I look at him through my eyelashes, feeling his erection against my leg.
“I want...” He lowers his head and nips on my collarbone, then traces his hand across my breasts and down my stomach. “...your dress off.”
“Um, yeah, good idea.” I lift myself up on my elbows so he can reach the zipper.
He tugs down my dress, exposing my breasts. “I want my mouth here.” His tongue circles around my breast, then flicks over my sensitive nipple. Leaning my head back, a soft moan escapes my parted lips.
“And here.” His mouth follows a path down my stomach as he pulls down my panties.
I part my legs as he presses his lips against me and thrusts his tongue inside of me. A swirl of his tongue in all the right places sends tiny shudders of pleasure through my whole body and I close my eyes.
“Say my name. I love when you do it,” he whispers, and I can feel the tip of him straining against my opening.
“Caleb.” I look into his dark eyes and he slowly pushes himself inside me. As he fills me, he bends his mouth toward mine, and gently sucks on my lower lip.
Lifting my hips up, I meet his quick thrusts, my whole body tingling with pleasure that builds and builds until it we both cry out.
“That was...” I try to catch my breath.
“A nice beginning.” A wicked smile crosses his face and I pull him toward me until his lips brush mine. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up. Ever.
Ten months later
The loud sound of something breaking in the living room startles me, and I dash out of the bathroom to see what’s going on. Caleb moved in with me three months ago, and he’s still finding his way around my apartment.
“Caleb?” I call out as I poke my head through the door.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he quickly says. He’s as white as a sheet, his eyes wide, his chest rapidly rising and falling. My closed laptop is on the floor next to his feet.
“Did you drop the laptop?” I pad over to him, reaching out, but he flinches away, so I let my hand drop. “I don’t care about the stupid thing. If it’s broken, we’ll get a new one.”
“It’s not... It’s not the laptop.” He wipes his hands on his pants, his eyes filled with an emotion I can’t identify.
“Then what is it?”
“The video...”
“What...?” I don’t know what he’s talking about, so I pick up the laptop, open it, and try to bring it back to life. Caleb’s whole body is stiff as he looks at the black screen. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
“I should’ve destroyed it.” He runs his hand through his hair, then rests his head on his elbows.
“Please tell me what is...” The screen blinks back to life and I see a news article. Someone has leaked the video Caleb took of me and put it on the Internet. Oh joy. I should probably get a new phone number because the press will want to hear about this.
“If you want me to leave, I’ll...” Caleb starts to get up, and I place my hand on his arm.
“What are you talking about? I don’t care about the video. So what if the whole world has seen us naked and thinks that other girl in it is me? Let them say whatever they want. What does that have to do with us?”
His jaw goes slack, his breathing shallow. “But...”
I search his eyes. “Did you think I would leave you because of this? That I wouldn’t want anyone to know about us?”
He doesn’t say anything, but he looks away. Yeah, that’s exactly what he thought. Shit.
“I love you, Caleb,” I say, taking his hands into mine and squeezing gently.
He finally looks up at me. “I love you, too,” he whispers. “But you don’t have to lie to me. I know...”
I press my finger across his lips. “No. I did care about it before a little, that’s true, but not anymore.”
