“Nothing right now,” he murmured, his hands slowly pushing up her shirt, fingers grazing their way up the sensitive skin of her stomach. “But what happens the next time or the time after that? There aren’t always going to be supernaturals with healing abilities hanging around that you can borrow from to save you when you get hurt.”
“Maybe we should worry about tomorrow…tomorrow,” she whispered, leaning forward until her lips were close to his. “Right now, I’m more interested in tonight and getting to know each other better.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but she put an end to any further conversation by kissing him. She groaned at the taste of his tongue on hers. It was that unique favor she’d come to associate with Caleb’s mouth mixed with the perfect hint of peanut butter. What could she say but yum?
Caleb’s hands began to tease their way up her stomach as the kiss deepened. But as good as his fingers felt, Brielle caught his hands in hers, stopping their exploration. He immediately pulled away with a questioning look on his face.
She smiled down at him. “Not that I’m complaining, but before this goes any further, maybe we should find a room. I have no interest in putting on a show if one of your teammates decides to come out here.”
That earned her a soft chuckle, his breath warm against her neck as he nuzzled there, teasing little kisses along her pulse point. “Do you want this to go any further?” he hummed in her ear, the low rumble of his voice sending slivers along her spine.
“It damn sure better,” she warned, leaning in to kiss him again, harder this time, as if her intensity could clue him in on how much she wanted this. Because she did want him, more than she’d ever wanted any other man.
“Well, never let it be said I would ever disappoint a lady,” he murmured against her mouth.
Caleb stood, his hands coming down to cup her butt as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He carried her across the common area in a few quick strides and into one of the rooms. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Brielle made out a large backpack in the corner of the room—the one Caleb used to carry his clothes and stuff instead of a suitcase, because apparently, he hated suitcases. She got a funny quiver in her stomach when she realized he’d brought her to his room. It was absolutely silly, but she couldn’t help feeling the choice meant something big.
He kicked the door closed behind them with a growl before moving over to the bed. Brielle expected him to place her down gently on the puffy comforter. Hell, knowing Caleb, a toss wouldn’t have been out of the question. But instead, he turned and slowly sat down on the edge of the mattress, easing her legs from around his back until she was comfortably straddling his lap like she’d been earlier.
“Now, where were we?” he whispered as he pulled her head down for another kiss, his teeth nipping at her lower lip as his hands found their way under her shirt, his long fingers inching their way up the sides of her ribs until he was cupping her breasts. Brielle let out a soft moan as he began to tease her nipples through the silken material of her bra with his thumbs, the peaks stiffening immediately. The tingles his touch generated only added to the heat building between her legs—a heat that grew when she started grinding herself against the hard-on rapidly tightening the front of his jeans.
Before she was aware of what he was doing, Caleb gently pushed her shirt up. He moved slowly, though, like he wanted to give her a chance to change her mind.
Like that’s going to happen.
Instead, she reached down to help, grabbing the hem of the top and pulling it over her head, then casually tossing it aside.
“If I remember correctly, I think this is where we were heading,” she said with a soft laugh as his warm mouth started tracing kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, to the top of her breasts. Reaching around behind her, she unclasped her bra, slowly taking it off and dropping it to the floor to join her shirt.
The heat in Caleb’s eyes was a tangible thing as he gazed at her half-naked body, and Brielle silently reveled in the sensation of being visually consumed like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. It was an expression she could get used to.
Those big, wonderful, warm hands of his came up slowly to cup her bare breasts this time, fingers squeezing, almost driving the breath from her body as he massaged her in a way no other man ever had. His touch was aggressive, almost rough, and altogether intoxicating. It was obvious that someone like Caleb would have such a firm touch. Only Brielle hadn’t realized how much she’d like it.
“Yes,” she babbled. “Just like that.”
She was more than ready to have him caress her breasts like that for the rest of the night, but when he dropped his head down and closed his mouth around one of her sensitive nipples, she decided that, actually, this was what she wanted to do for the rest of the night.
Brielle sat there in Caleb’s lap, trying hard not to lose her mind. The way he nipped and teased, scraping his slightly extended fangs across the stiff peaks with the absolutely perfect amount of pressure was heavenly.
“Oh, mon Dieu,” she moaned, slipping into French without even thinking about it, her back arching, hands coming up to wrap around the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair as she yanked him closer, silently begging him to keep going. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Caleb did stop, but only long enough to move his mouth over to her other nipple, dragging the edge of one of his fangs across the tip and drawing a yelp of pleasure from her. Brielle never thought she’d be so aroused by something like this, but he was driving her absolutely crazy. It had never been like this with any man she’d ever been with.
Like they had a mind of their own, Brielle’s hips began making little circles, grinding her clit right against Caleb’s hard-on. Even through all their clothing, it still felt amazing. After a minute or so, she felt that familiar tingling building deep inside, the one that always made an appearance right before she climaxed really hard.
Caleb urged her on, pulling back when the tremors began to crest, his eyes glowing blue as she ground herself against him, her breathing coming faster and faster until she couldn’t stop herself from opening her mouth to scream.
His mouth covered hers as she came, muffling the keening sound that ripped its way out of her body as she shook and trembled against him. The pleasure was so intense she bit his lower lip a little, but he didn’t seem to mind. Throughout her entire climax, his eyes never once left hers. Somehow, that only made the ride even better.
She felt limp and boneless by the time the orgasm was done with her and didn’t complain a bit as Caleb shifted her to the side and gently urged her back onto the bed. She lay there contentedly as her big, hunky omega werewolf carefully worked her shoes and jeans off, her panties soon joining the pile of clothes on the floor.
“You’re not going to eat me, are you?” she asked with a grin as Caleb gazed down at her with an expression that could only be called hungry—if not starving.