“Apparently, we haven’t communicated very well. So, let me break it down for you.”
“Caleb.” She quivered as he passed his thumb over her nipple, causing the dimpled skin to peak further.
“When I said you make me crazy, I should’ve said you make me hard as fucking concrete.” He rolled the tight bud between his thumb and forefinger, testing her sensitivity. “I should’ve said I’m dying to feel your pussy wrapped around me. You make me crazy with the need to fuck you.”
Hunger tore through his system, ripped at his guts, as he forced himself to go slow. “Tell me you want this, Samantha.”
Her eyes were glazed over with desire. “Caleb.”
She strained against him, but he held firm. “Say it, Samantha. Tell me you want me.”
His tone dared her to deny it. This was a bad idea, but god help him, the only way he’d stop was if she pushed him away. But he knew she wanted him, and he’d be damned if she’d claim otherwise when they were through.
He rubbed his aching cock against her belly. “Do you feel how hard I am for you? Do you want to feel me pump inside your sweet body?”
She bit her upper lip and nodded.
“Say. It.”
Her shiver echoed through his entire body and drew his balls up tight.
“Fuck me, Caleb.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw, leaned up to nip his earlobe. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
The precarious hold he had on his arousal threatened to break. He released her hands and walked forward, forcing her back on the bed. Her shirt rode up, the glittering gem resting in her belly button too much for him to resist. He bent down and ran his tongue around her navel, flicking the jewel before raising his gaze to hers.
“This ring is another thing that makes me crazy.” He toyed with it again. Her stomach fluttered as he placed his palms against her, caressing upward. “Show me the rest of you, Samantha. Raise up, sugar.”
Samantha arched her back as he pulled the shirt up and over her head. Light pink nipples peaked her breasts. He couldn’t wait to get them in his mouth, to watch them darken, draw impossibly tight as he worked her into a frenzy.
She leaned back on her elbows, a wicked smile on her lips. “Well? Was it worth the wait?”
He liked that she met his gaze dead on, not showing the least hesitation in revealing her body to him. It was sexy as hell that she was comfortable in her own skin.
She reached as if to stroke his face, but he pulled back. He couldn’t handle her hands on him. Not yet. After their argument and her declaration to be done with him, he was already skating on the outer limits of his control.
Grabbing her wrists again, he stretched her arms above her head. “Keep your hands here,” he demanded.
“And if I don’t?” She jerked against his hold.
He smiled and ducked his head. He captured a nipple between his teeth and tugged until she cried out. He soothed the reddened nub with the tip of his tongue. “Mmm, I could pleasure you for hours without giving you release.”
She sucked in a breath. “You wouldn’t.” Her hips moved against his leg, her body clearly game for whatever he had in mind.
“Oh, but I would. Make no mistake about it.” He traced his fingertips across her skin, pleased when it erupted with tiny bumps. “So soft. So responsive.”
“Yeah, well … it’s been a while.”
He smirked. “At least a few hours, right?”
Her shocked expression melted into a smile that was pure innocence. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Is that a fact?” Caleb pressed kisses to her neck, working his way from her ear to her collarbone. “Then what was all that moaning I heard earlier?”
Samantha lifted her head and bit into his shoulder. “You know, orgasms make the best sleeping pills.”
“Is that so?” He traced his tongue over the swell of her breast. “I think we should test that theory. What’s your recommended dosage, doc?”
“At least two. Maybe three.” She cocked a brow when he raised his gaze. “You up for it?”
He pressed his hard length against her. “Oh, I’m up, sugar. I’m definitely up.”
Her breath hitched and she arched her hips. “I hope you have enough condoms.”
Caleb chuckled as he tipped his chin toward her hands, giving her a final warning. “Keep those there.” He eased off the bed, taking a moment to enjoy the view.
Rich auburn hair framed her face and spilled over the sheets like a dream. Blue eyes, lazy with desire stared back at him, tempting him with open invitation.
Her lips, red and swollen from his kisses, curled up into a sultry smile. “How long are you going to make me wait?”
Caleb stomped the urge to take her then and there. He didn’t know if he’d have this opportunity again, and he wasn’t going to waste it. When he was finished, she’d know what it meant to share his bed, if only for a night. She thought to go on with her life, but her body would remember his touch.
He’d make sure of it.
“Just enjoying the view. Get used to it. Before we are through, there won’t a place left on your body that I’m not intimately familiar with.”
Her arms flexed as she gripped the sheets, but she never broke eye contact. “Take me then. I’m wet, Caleb. I’m ready for you. Wouldn’t you like to see what you’ve done to me?”
His cock jerked in powerful demand. In testing her, he’d test his own restraint. If she kept talking like that, he wouldn’t last another five minutes.
He leaned over and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. She arched her hips and in one smooth movement, he pulled them from her legs and tossed them aside.
Dark red curls formed a strip on her mound, ending abruptly at the top of her slit, leaving her sex bare and glistening. His mouth watered as he imagined plunging his tongue deep in her core, feeling that silky smoothness against his face, lapping at her juices until he was drunk on her.
Mesmerized, he trailed a finger over the wet lips of her pussy. “Perfect.”
* * *
Two or three orgasms?
What had she been thinking? She’d never had multiple orgasms. Of course, most of the men she’d been with hadn’t been worth the effort. Something told her Caleb Martin could change all that.
Samantha held her breath and willed herself not to come as his fingers teased over her mound.
Sweet mercy, he’d hardly touched her and she could already feel the telltale signs of an orgasm tightening in her belly. She needed to get hold of herself. After endless nights dreaming of having Caleb in her bed, she wasn’t going to spoil her chance to enjoy him by finishing too soon.
“Be right back.” He pointed at her. “Don’t move.”
“Okay, okay. Bossy.” She rolled her eyes, drawing a growl from him as he left the room. “Hurry up!” she called for good measure.
Samantha stared at the ceiling and tried to regain control of her body. She had no idea what just happened. One minute they’d been arguing—nothing new there—and the next, they were naked. Well, she was naked. With her hands clasped above her head.
The whole situation was surreal.
She shifted her hips from side to side then squeezed her legs together, trying to relieve the ache he’d caused. If he didn’t come back soon, she’d say to hell with it and take matters into her own hands. Again.
She really hoped that wouldn’t be necessary.
He strolled back into the room, stopping just inside the door. He flashed a wicked smile and her breath caught. His smiles were rare, and she’d never imagined the power of being the recipient. The expression softened the hard lines of his jaw and his eyes gleamed with knowing, with an arrogance that said he knew exactly what effect he’d had on her.
“Let’s see what we can do to end your dry spell, shall we?” He tossed a condom on the bed beside her.
“I wouldn’t call it dry,” she teased, disappointed he hadn’t returned with a whole box. One condom meant
he didn’t intend to linger, but to get the job done and be on his way. Exactly as she’d told him they would do when this was over.
She wouldn’t think about that now. She was moments away from having him naked and buried inside her. She’d have plenty of time to deal with regrets later.
“Oh really?” He stood at the end of the bed, his hands resting on her feet. “Show me.”
Oh god. “What?”
“You heard me, Samantha. Don’t go shy on me now. Spread those gorgeous legs, sugar. Show me that sweet pussy. Let me see how wet you are.”
“I’ve never been accused of being shy.” Lightning shot through her veins as she eased her thighs apart. The cool air teased her swollen clit, causing a shiver to curl its way up her spine. Her stomach contracted. Holy shit, she was so close.
Samantha wasn’t a virgin, for chrissake. Far from it. Yet, she’d never been so aroused, so ready for a man in her life.
Her breasts weren’t normally sensitive. In fact, she usually got bored when a lover played with her nipples. The play didn’t do anything for her. But now, under Caleb’s watchful eye, her breasts grew heavy, their tips drawing so tight she had to force herself not to touch, to grab and massage, to ease the ache, the need burning its way through her body.
Proof of how much she wanted this. Him.
Caleb ran his fingers over the tops of her feet. His touch was light, barely there, yet she felt him as if he’d grabbed her. The heat and roughness of his skin created a sensation so delicious, she couldn’t help but groan.
“Are you planning to torture me?”
“Of course not,” he said in a tone that didn’t reassure her.
His fingers moved to the inside of her ankle, traveling up the inside of her leg. Her pussy clenched when he reached under and teased the back of her knee. Everywhere he touched, he left a fire in his wake. Over the top of one thigh, through the patch of hair at her sex, across her hip and down the other thigh.
Samantha fisted the pillow behind her head to keep from reaching out. Caleb was a man who liked his commands followed, and she didn’t want to risk him stopping if she moved. But he made it really hard to focus. To think about anything except where he would touch her next.
What was he doing to her?
He reached the back of her other knee and she shivered as her skin erupted with goosebumps. She’d never been so sensitive in her life. He’d turned her skin into a blanket of electricity, every nerve reaching for the surface as if to gain his attention.
She opened her legs further and arched her hips, encouraging him to touch her where she needed him.
“Damn it,” she complained when he bypassed her pussy and moved across her stomach. “You’re killing me here.”
He crawled onto the bed, stretching out next to her and propping himself on an elbow. She frowned when she noticed he still wore his shorts.
“Why aren’t you naked?”
“In a hurry?” His fingertips tickled across her stomach, brushing from hip to hip.
Yes.
She sucked in a breath. “According to you, I don’t have anywhere else to be. I didn’t think you were serious earlier when you mentioned you liked to take your time. This whole seduction scene isn’t necessary.”
Honestly, she didn’t think she could take much more. Violent need pulsed through her womb; her pussy ached to be filled.
“So, let me get this straight. You’d trust me with your life, but not with your pleasure?”
Unable to hold back any longer, Samantha moved her hands toward her breasts.
“I told you not to move. Now, be a good girl and answer my question.”
A un-ladylike snarl passed her lips when Caleb stopped her with his warning. The bastard chuckled when she dropped her arms back over her head. At once she realized why he’d made her do it. The position thrust her breasts up, as if offering them as a treat.
Laughing with devilish pleasure, she arched her back and stretched like a cat, enjoying the way his gaze darkened with lust. “I don’t trust any man with my pleasure. Men only care about themselves once they get naked.”
“Then you haven’t been with the right man.”
“I suppose you’re that man?”
He smirked, his wicked fingers drawing lazy circles around her navel. “Are you going to trust me?”
Samantha believed in calling a spade, a spade. What they were doing wasn’t anything more than her living out a fantasy and him scratching an itch. She’d be a fool to believe otherwise. She’d set the stage for how this would play out, and that meant once this was over, when the threat against her was gone, they would be over as well.
Trusting him with her life was one thing. Trusting him with her pleasure felt too … intimate. She’d already agreed to follow his lead out of bed; what would happen if she allowed him more? Her father had controlled her and she’d sworn she’d never let another man have that kind of power over her. To give Caleb what he’d asked would be to lose herself—or worse, her heart.
“Samantha?”
Caleb teased the curves of her breast, his powerful hands so gentle against her skin. He ignored her nipple, brushing the outer edge until she squirmed in order to get closer. Anything to relieve the tension he’d built to epic proportions.
She wasn’t going to survive this.
She moved fast, rolling him and pushing his shoulders to the bed. The heat from his erection teased her as she straddled him. His pecs were hard under her palms as she ground her hips against him.
She wasn’t naive enough to think she could have made a move without his consent and she didn’t know if that edged her arousal or pissed her off.
“What about you Caleb? Would you trust me with your pleasure?” She ran her hands over the hard muscles of his shoulders, the sharp lines of his biceps, luxuriating in the powerful male beneath her.
Caleb cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer. Heat flared between them, so potent Samantha was burning alive.
He played with her mouth, his breath warm, the moist velvet of his tongue teasing as he licked across her bottom lip.
“My pleasure is guaranteed. Seeing your creamy skin flush, your beautiful nipples tight in arousal.” His hungry gaze stared back at her. “Knowing I’m the man who’s going to give you the pleasure you seek. And more. That’s my satisfaction.”
His tongue licked at her lips again, then slid inside when she opened for him. He kissed like a champion, exploring her mouth as his hands smoothed up and down her spine, making her feel warm, wanted.
He gripped her hips, held her firm as he rocked the bulge of his cock against her core. “Go on, darlin’.” He breathed against her mouth with a hint of challenge. “You want the lead? Take it.”
Samantha’s heart thundered in her chest, its beat matching the pulse in her sex. He’d reduced her to this, a desperate mass of need and fire. Frantic for the release only he could give her.
Samantha pulled away from his mouth and shimmied down his legs. She raked her nails over his chest, the smattering of blond hair soft against her palm. His breath hitched as she traced the thin line of darker hair leading to the top of his shorts.
“Take it,” she repeated, her own breath ragged. His command made it clear he’d allowed her only the illusion of control, but it was enough. This big, strong man was giving himself to her, however she wanted him.
Her hands shook as she jerked at the elastic waistband, freeing his erection. The sight of his fully engorged cock, laying thick and heavy against his stomach, sent a surge of exhilaration through her. Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned over and extended her tongue, capturing the bead of moisture that seeped from the darkened crown.
“That’s it. Wrap your hand around me. Feel how hard I am for you.”
Without thinking, Samantha followed his direction. He twitched under her palm as she squeezed her fingers around him, learning the feel of him. Velvet over solid steel. Not just warm. Hot.
He was large enough t
o stretch her, to fill her to the brink of insanity. She was already halfway there.
She leaned over him again and teased the slit, coaxing more of his salty flavor onto her tongue. He tasted so good, she didn’t want to stop. Made her want more of the husky male rumble that sounded throughout the room.
“Fuck, yes,” Caleb hissed as she sucked at the broad head of his cock. “Your mouth is pure heaven,” he groaned. She lifted her head to find him watching her, reaching for her as she released him. “Come here, sugar. Let me ease that lust burning in your eyes.”
She climbed over him again, bracing her palms against his ribs. She fought against the orgasm threatening to take her as she rubbed her soaked folds over his cock, coating him with her juices. “Seems I’m not the only one who needs easing,” she panted.
“You first.”
He reached between them and finally, blessedly, found her swollen nub. He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple with one hand as he pinched her clit with the other.
Samantha cried out as her body took over. Her nipple throbbed, the slight pain from his pinch shooting pleasure to her sex and exploding in violent fire in her veins. Perspiration broke out on her skin as she rocked against him, his fingers unrelenting in their bid to make her crazy.
“Let go, Samantha. Let me see you come. Show me.” Caleb’s demand was a mere whisper of tortured breath, but her body heard him loud and clear.
She wasn’t ready. She wanted him inside her when she came, but her ability to resist him had vanished the moment he touched her. He commanded her body, made her respond in ways she’d never done before, and left her breathless from it.
“Oh … Caleb.” Her head fell back and she gave him what he wanted. Her womb tightened to the point of pain. She cried out as the world around her dissolved and tiny explosions of light burst behind her eyes. His wicked fingers continued their assault, extending her pleasure until she collapsed.
Only then did she realize he’d bent his knees and she was reclined against his legs.
“That’s one.” Male pride and lust bled from his voice. “Damn, Samantha. Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
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