“I don’t have condoms—”
“I do.” She gave him a little smile. “I bought some when I first moved here and was stocking up my medicine cabinet. I think I imagined a more wild and fancy-free life than I actually wanted. But I’m glad I have them.” His shirt opened up and revealed bare, tanned skin and a hint of chest hair. Amy slid down on his body, her hips grazing over his as she straddled him, and buried her face in his neck, kissing and licking.
Caleb groaned, his hands sliding to her hips and clutching her against him. His pelvis rocked against hers, thrusting between her spread thighs. “You sure you want this?”
“One hundred percent sure.” Her tongue swept over his collarbone. “A thousand percent.”
He groaned again, and then his hands were pulling at her short skirt, already hiked up over her thighs. He tugged it higher, until her ass was bare and her wispy, lacy thong was revealed. “You’re beautiful. Look at how beautiful you are.” His big hands gripped her ass and dragged her back down against the bulge in his pants, and she felt how hard and thick he was. “Let me touch you for a bit, Amy.”
She sat up, nodded.
Immediately, he flipped their bodies and then suddenly she was the one on the bed on her back. He pushed her skirt higher, until it was bunched at her waist, and Amy shivered at the intent look on his face. He ran a hand over her thigh, then brushed his knuckles over her belly. “I’m taking these panties off. Not that they’re not gorgeous on you, but I want what’s underneath.”
She shivered. Was there anything better than him declaring exactly what he wanted to do? It made her so hot with anticipation. Panting, she lifted her hips and he dragged the panties off her legs, until she was bare from the waist down underneath him. Then, he lowered his head and began to kiss up her leg.
Oh . . . they were doing that? It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him he didn’t have to, that it wasn’t necessary. Hadn’t Blake always told her that men did it only out of necessity to get a girl in their bed? But she clamped her mouth shut as Caleb kissed higher and higher. Caleb wasn’t Blake. He wasn’t. And didn’t she deserve just as much pleasure as he did in bed? If he wanted to give her this, she was going to let him, no matter how nervous it made her.
Caleb’s mouth brushed over the juncture of her thighs, his beard tickling, and she felt the absurd urge to giggle. She bit it back, but when he nuzzled at her inner thigh again and his beard grazed her skin, it erupted from her. “Sorry,” she wheezed. “Ticklish.”
He chuckled and did it again, deliberately. “I like hearing you laugh.”
She squirmed against him as his beard teased up and down her thigh, and then he pushed her legs further apart, exposing her to his gaze, and all the giggles died in her throat as he made a low sound of pleasure. Oh.
Then, he lowered his head, one arm wrapping around one of her thighs to keep them apart, and dragged his tongue over her folds.
She squirmed again, shuddering. Oh. Okay. That was . . . intense.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” he murmured, and then he licked her again. And again. His tongue stroked through her folds, brushing over her most sensitive parts. When he found her clit, she sucked in a breath, arching against him. The silent encouragement told him where to focus his attention, it seemed, because then he was all over her, his mouth hungry and devouring as he worked on her clit, determined to figure out what she liked best.
Amy’s hands knotted in the blankets, her legs in the air as he worked her pussy with his tongue. She was panting, making stupid-sounding noises in her throat every time he sucked on her clit, every time he did one of those little swirls, until she was practically sawing her hips against his face. Caleb didn’t complain, or protest that she was moving too much. He just kept going, and going, until she was so wet that when he slid a finger inside her, she could hear it.
“Caleb,” she panted. “Caleb, Caleb . . . come inside me now.”
He nuzzled at her pussy again, not lifting his head. It was a silent refusal, and she suspected he wasn’t going to come up for air until she came. The thought was both thrilling and a little anxiety making, because what if she couldn’t come like this? Her hand went to his thick hair and she knotted her fingers there, determined to pause him for a moment.
But then he added another finger, thrusting harder deep inside her even as his mouth worked on her clit, and a hot, hard quiver worked its way up her legs. Amy moaned, jerking against his mouth as the edge of an orgasm started to shoot through her body.
It only made Caleb redouble his efforts. His mouth grew more insistent, the thrusting of his fingers harder and faster as she tensed and shuddered against him. When she came a few moments later, she realized dimly that she had a handful of his hair and was shamelessly pressing him against her instead of pulling him away . . . and that he was still giving her clit the most erotic, languid licks as she came down.
“Sorry,” she breathed as her body slowly unlocked. “Did I pull your hair? I’m so sorry.”
He pressed a kiss to her mound and lifted his head. His hair was a wild mess and his eyes were full of scorching heat. “You were perfect.” And then he licked her again, while she was watching.
It made her entire body shiver. She felt good. Amazing, really. And he hadn’t come yet. Hadn’t even so much as put on a condom yet. Well, they could fix that. “Shall we undress?”
Caleb nodded and got to his feet. His face was flushed, his eyes hooded with arousal as he watched her and began to undo his belt. Then he looked over and frowned. “Mind if I put the dog in the bathroom?”
Oh god, was Donner in here? Of course he was. She sat up on her elbows in the bed, and sure enough, the dog was seated by the table, his tail wagging as he gazed in their direction, his milky gray eyes somehow knowing. She blushed hard. How had she forgotten all about the dog? And here she was, splayed on Caleb’s bed with her dress up to her navel. “Let’s make him a nest in there, shall we?” She got to her feet, tugging her dress back down over her butt, and then tiptoed into his bathroom. He was right behind her, his hand skating over her back and sending prickles up and down her spine.
“I’ve got towels. Let’s make him a bed with those,” Caleb told her, his fingertips moving lightly over her bare skin as if he couldn’t stop touching her. “I’ll get a bowl for some water.”
A few minutes later, she had Donner set up with a cozy nest on the floor and a bowl of water nearby. She worried a little because he was blind and she didn’t want him to be afraid, but he just lowered his gray muzzle and gave a little tired groan. She guessed old dogs liked a nice safe place to rest their heads, too. “I think he’s good.” She stroked Donner’s head, rubbing his ears, and then washed her hands and left the bathroom.
The moment she did, Caleb’s mouth was on hers. He’d undressed while she’d fussed over the dog, and her hands went to bare shoulders. The hot prod of his erection brushed against her hip, magnificent and obvious as hell now that he was naked, and she gasped.
His hands moved up her back, tugging at the fabric of her dress, trying to pull it upward.
“Here,” she whispered between kisses. “Wait. I can get it.” She let go of him for a brief moment, her hands going to the high neck of her dress, and then with a flick of her wrist, the buttons at the collar were undone and the entire thing fell forward, peeling slowly down her arms and front. Caleb reached for the material, helping it down her body, and within moments, it pooled on the ground at her feet.
He groaned, reaching up to graze her bare breast with his knuckles. “You are insanely beautiful.”
Her nipple puckered harder, and she put her hand out to touch his chest, stroking her fingers against the crisp hairs that sprinkled his skin. “I could say the same for you.” Her hand moved lower, and she brushed her fingers over his cock even as she leaned in to kiss him. “Let me get the condoms.”
She
moved to get her purse, but his hands were around her waist, pulling her back against his erection even as she fished through her wallet, looking for the strip of foil packets. He kissed her neck, his hands on her breasts, teasing them and distracting her.
“Here,” she said, turning and offering him the strip.
Caleb took them from her, and as he opened one of the packets, she admired his body. She knew his shoulders were broad and his chest tanned and taut, but she’d never seen him naked. His hips had the best obliques she’d ever seen, and the bit of chest hair he had trailed down to his gorgeous, thick cock. He was pure pleasure to look at. Her hands itched to move over him again, but he was putting the condom on, trying to roll it down his thick length.
Then he cussed. Pulled it off his cock and tossed the broken rubber on the table, along with the empty package. She’d forgotten—this was his first time. Was he nervous? Probably. Heck, she was nervous and it wasn’t her first time at all . . . and she’d already come.
So she touched his hand and took the condoms from him. “I’ll do it.”
Caleb reached out and caressed her breast, teasing the nipple, as if touching her centered him. “If you want to.”
Oh, she did. She’d take any excuse to get her hands all over him. With a seductive smile on her lips, Amy opened the packet and pulled out the condom. She set it on the head of his cock and gently rolled it down his shaft, loving the way he sucked in his breath as she touched him, as if she were caressing him instead of putting a condom on. When she was done, she lifted her arms and put them around his neck, tilting her head up for another kiss.
He grabbed her by the hips, hauling her into the air even as his mouth captured hers. The kisses between them were hard and wild, and Amy clung to him as he carried her over to the bed and then laid her on her back. He kissed her one more time and then settled his hips against hers.
Amy put her legs around his waist, her hands moving over his chest, just wanting to touch him everywhere and anywhere she could.
Caleb pressed into her, his gaze intense and holding hers. His cock felt big, stretching her with its size, and it had been a long time since Amy had had sex. It felt like the first time again in many ways, and she reached up and brushed her fingertips over his face, loving the connection between them. It didn’t feel like just sex with Caleb. It felt like something else, something special. She hoped he felt it, too.
He moved slowly, pushing deep until he was fully seated in her body. She could see him straining, feel the tension in his body. “You . . . are you . . .” he gritted.
“It feels wonderful,” she said in a soft voice, and arched her hips. “Touch me however you want. I’ll like all of it.”
He groaned, and then he was thrusting atop her, his movements graceless and fast and so rough that it began to push her across the blankets. It startled Amy at first, but she clung to his neck as he leaned in, burying his face against her throat. This was what she wanted. It was enthusiastic and real and it felt good, despite the lack of art to his movements. She tried to match his movements, but their bodies clashed, and so she just rubbed him and kissed his shoulder and murmured encouragement.
At least, she did . . . until a new orgasm started to build in her belly. It was the way he pumped into her so frenetically, all movement and action, and it was making something deep inside her wake up all over again. She gasped, her nails digging into his skin, and started to arch her hips again.
He claimed her mouth with a hot, ragged kiss, and slowed his movements, matching hers. Then they were together, moving as one, faster and faster, both of them surging toward climax. He hit his before her—she could tell by the way his body stiffened over hers and how he held his breath. How his big frame shuddered, even as he kept thrusting into her. It was those last, slow, deep thrusts that made her come, too, and the orgasm broke over her. Amy choked out his name and clung to him, letting the pleasure course through her body until she thought she would fall apart.
When the world finally righted itself, Caleb was still buried inside her, breathing hard. There was a light sheen of sweat on his tanned skin and he nuzzled against her neck, his hips jerking against hers. It was as if he couldn’t seem to stop, and she didn’t mind. She liked it. Each time he did, it sent little spirals of pleasure through her body, reminding her of how good she felt.
“Thank you,” he murmured against her neck.
That made her chuckle. “Why are you thanking me? I did that for me.”
“Dunno,” he confessed after a moment and lifted his head. “Felt like I had to say something. Thank you seemed polite.”
She laughed again, and then sighed as he rolled off of her and went to dispose of the condom. “That was great. I should be the one thanking you.” The blankets were bunched up under her back and she tugged at them, dragging them over her naked body. It was a little chilly in his cabin, though she was just now realizing this. “I guess I should be going home soon.”
He returned to her side, a frown on his face. “Why?”
Amy shrugged, snuggling down in the blankets. She needed to get up and clean up, but soon enough. For now, she was going to laze about in the afterglow for a few minutes more. “Party’s over. I figured it’s time for me to head out.”
“It’s late and it’s cold,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and then sliding in under the covers next to her. He pulled Amy into his arms, and then her breasts were pressed to all that warm skin. “Stay tonight.”
Stay? She smiled at him, snuggling close. She breathed in his scent—slightly sweaty and musky but still wonderfully Caleb. Did she have to go home tonight after all? Donner was here with her, and it was the weekend. School was out for the holidays. She had nothing she had to do in particular. “What about our date tomorrow?”
“We can start it early.” He kissed the top of her head, stroking her arm. “The big plan was to watch Christmas movies together. We can do that in bed.”
“I suppose we can.” She lifted her chin, gazing up at him. “It won’t bother you to have me here all night?”
“I want you here all night,” he told her in a husky voice. “Every night.”
Such devotion made her stomach flutter with nervousness. Excitement, too. “Let’s start with tonight.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was the best lazy Saturday.
They made love again, using the last of the condoms she’d brought, and after that, they just touched and kissed constantly. In the shower, she made him come with her hands, he took her back to bed and made her come with his mouth, and then they curled up in bed together, exhausted, and watched It’s a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, and Love Actually. He grabbed some leftover sweets from the main house and brought them back to his cabin, along with a full thermos of fresh coffee, and if anyone had noticed her car was still out front, she hoped they’d had the decency to say nothing.
Judging by how red Caleb’s face was when he returned, though, she suspected they’d said plenty.
Even so, it was a lovely day. She curled up in one of Caleb’s shirts and lingered in bed while he walked Donner for her, and they talked about movies and Christmas and nothing in particular. It was just . . . lovely to spend time with him.
She was sad when the credits on the final movie rolled and she figured she needed to get home. With a sigh, Amy put her dress on and found her shoes and tried to fix her hair back into a semblance of the tight bun it had been in last night.
“You can stay again tonight,” Caleb suggested.
Amy hesitated. She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to. Just curl up in bed with her big, sexy cowboy and let the world roll past? It was tempting. “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”
He rubbed his jaw. “I do need to help with the chores around here before Jack kills me. Other than that, I figured we could wrap some presents together. I have a few things I bought for the other
s and I’m no good with packages.” He lifted his big hands and waved them. “All thumbs.”
Presents.
Oh jeez, he’d been doing an endless string of Christmas gifts for her and she had nothing for him. Nothing at all.
That clinched it. She needed to go home. If nothing else, she needed time to do some hasty online shopping so she could figure out what she could get him. “I should get home,” she said firmly. “I’ve got a few things to take care of. Can we just meet up tomorrow?”
He nodded and kissed her, pulling her in close. “What time?”
“You want to come over after five?” she asked, doing a little mental calculation in her head. “Bring your stuff over and we can have dinner and wrap presents.”
“Sounds good. I’ll bring dinner, too, unless you’re keen on more ramen.”
Amy giggled. “Not so much.”
“I’ll bring a pizza, then.” He kissed her again and then gazed down at her, eyes serious. “I’ll miss you.”
She was going to miss him, too.
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Amy managed to sneak out of the cabin without running into Doc Ennis or Jack. She got to her car, settled Donner in the seat, and drove away with her face burning red. Leaving a party late the next day in her spangly green dress felt like the most obvious of obvious moves, but at least no one was there to point it out.
She drove home, her mood light. It remained light until she got to her place and noticed it was ice-cold inside. Frowning, she unhooked Donner from his leash and found the thermostat. It was set to heat. She messed with a few buttons and looked up videos online on how to work a thermostat. Hers matched the pictures, but the house was ice-cold.
Broken, then.
Figured.
Amy sighed, glaring down at her phone as she hauled a blanket around her shoulders and huddled on the couch with Donner, who cuddled close to share heat. She could always go back to Caleb’s, she supposed. Send a few angry texts to Greg, demanding that he fix things, and then go to Caleb’s and spend the night in his arms. It sounded like a good idea, but it niggled at her and bothered her for some reason. Did she expect Caleb to bail her out of every problem? Even the tiny ones? She knew he would—he was kind and warm and protective. He’d be here in a heartbeat to try to fix her thermostat—this after fixing her ceiling, and her faucets, and the cracks around the windowpanes, and . . .
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