“I don’t like using condoms.” He groaned when I pushed my ass up against him some more. Admittedly, I was trying to affect him as much as he was affecting me, and it seemed to be working.
My mind was a lust-fueled wasteland, but I managed to find the words I was looking for, only because I knew that I needed him to touch me and that he wouldn’t if I didn’t succeed. “I’m on the pill. After what happened with Jared and that groupie, I understand if you don’t believe me. I think I have the script somewhere on my phone as proof.”
Caleb skipped a beat, his fingers moving slowly closer to the pulsing beacon where I needed them most, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I trust you.”
Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I relaxed into his body, returning the trust he said he was giving to me. I lifted my eyes to his, and my heart skipped a few beats while my sex swelled even more at seeing them heavy and wanting.
Keeping me pressed flush to his body with one hand and plunging the other into my panties, Caleb brought his mouth down on mine. There was nothing gentle or loving about the kiss. It was hard. Possessive. Demanding. And I gave it all back to him in spades.
His fingers traveled through my slick folds while his lips stayed on mine, our tongues stroking and sparring. Caleb swallowed my moans and worked me into a needy, desperate puddle of desire before dragging a fingertip across my clit.
Crying out, I broke our kiss and tried to both arch my aching sex into his hand and press my butt up closer against him at the same time. He steadied me by anchoring my hips to the railing with his, giving me what I wanted without my having to ask for it.
He let me feel his need, but I was barely aware of him grinding into me as his fingers returned to my clit. Circling it and pressing down with delicious pressure that made me moan unintelligibly, until the only actual word that sprang to mind was, “Please!”
“You want to come, Kelly?” he growled into my ear, licking the shell and nipping at me.
I was hanging on to that one word with everything that I had, even as my body felt like it might disintegrate into nothing but atoms if the knot he was winding tighter and tighter in my belly finally came loose. “Please!”
“You never have to beg, sweetheart. Come for me. I want to hear you come.” Caleb’s fingers increased their speed and pressure until I was soaring high above the city of Los Angeles, twinkling far below, my entire existence becoming nothing but the pleasure that was welling up inside me.
A few expert brushes of his fingertips later, and I went hurtling over the edge, shouting his name so loudly I was sure the people standing underneath the faraway lights of downtown could hear me.
I was vaguely aware of Caleb groaning. “Oh, fuck yes.”
But then he kept going when I’d been expecting him to stop. As if my body were his precious guitar, he coaxed sounds out of me I’d never made before and played me expertly until I came apart once more. It was only once my second orgasm had subsided that he took me back inside, laid me down on the couch, and went to work removing both our clothes.
My bones felt like they were made of jelly, so I wasn’t much help other than gaping at his incredible body as it became revealed just for me. Earlier, when I’d felt him up against my back, I’d thought I’d felt some pretty awesome abs, and I’d tried to imagine those shirtless pictures I’d seen of him come to life.
But the pictures didn’t do him justice, and neither had my imagination. The man was exquisite, made from marble or stone and chiseled like a damn statue. His muscles weren’t bulky or bulging, yet they were perfectly defined.
My heart nearly stopped when he kicked his jeans and boxers off and moved to where he’d positioned me on the couch. He’d been watching me as intently as I’d been watching him, and for a second, I felt self-conscious, like I should have covered up.
A man with a body like his surely couldn’t be turned on by a woman as curvy as I was, but his body language said differently. His muscles were tight, his cock huge and fully erect, its tip glistening with his moisture.
As if he sensed my sudden attack of self-doubt, Caleb spread my legs gently and kneeled between them on the couch, taking my wrists in his hands and pinning them above my head. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You know that?”
He didn’t wait for my answer before leaning down to kiss my neck, punctuating his next words with kisses all the way down the length of my body, pressing his hard cock to my hot center. “So fucking hot.” Kiss. “I would’ve taken you in the parking lot of that restaurant if I’d thought you’d let me.” Kiss.
He kept going until all my fears were dispelled and he’d made me feel more wanted, needed even, than I ever had before. When he finally thrust into me, we both cried out in relief.
He gave me barely a second to adjust, but it was all that I needed, as slick and worked up as I was, as relaxed from the two orgasms he’d already given to prepare me for him. Still, he checked in with me before he started moving. “You doing okay?”
“Only if you get moving,” I gritted out, my body already growing desperate for him.
Caleb complied without another word, his hips moving like they were on a mission and mine were answering their call. He didn’t murmur any bullshit about how tight or wet I was. We could both feel and hear those things.
I didn’t have to tell him how hard he was or how good he felt. I was pretty sure he knew exactly how hard he was, and my uncontained moans doubtlessly were more than enough to let him know it felt damn fucking great.
The muscles in Caleb’s back quivered under my palms, his thighs shaking along with mine, and I knew that he was getting close. That knowledge, combined with the way he kept playing my body like the instrument he’d so long ago mastered, pushed me right to the edge.
“Caleb! Caleb, I’m gonna...”
“Come,” he commanded, or begged. I didn’t know, but I complied. At the same time that he shouted my name and erupted inside me, I surrendered to waves of bliss so intense that I saw spots for who knew how long afterward.
Keeping most of his weight propped on his elbows at our sides, Caleb collapsed on top of me, breathing as heavily as I was and looking as sated. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was that good in bed, but damn, I thought sex like that only happened in pornos and those steamy romance novels I hid in a separate folder on my kindle.
“That was...” I started, but I couldn’t come up with the right word to describe it.
Caleb chuckled, a low, beautiful sound I’d never heard from him before that rumbled from his chest into mine. Then he reached up to smooth some of my hair away from my face. “I know. It was.”
Our eyes locked, and while I could still hear his words from earlier about how this was just fun in the back of my mind, in that moment I would have been lying if I said I didn’t want it to have been more than that.
Lying there, the moment suspended in time as I drank in his soft brown eyes, I decided, fuck it all. If all I could get from him was a little fun, I was sure as hell taking it.
Chapter 9
Caleb
“Jareeeed, Caleeeeb. How’s it hanging boys?”
Jared slapped his palm into Alberto’s outstretched one. Alberto was the oversized club promoter for Club Niki, where Jared had booked us a private room for the night.