Right?
Most definitely.
“I’ll be good,” I say instead, my voice abreathless whisper.
Eyes still locked on mine, he grins. “Or you could not and see what happens?”
Stick a fork in me. I amdone.
Chuckling, he locks my wrists together again and brings his lips to mine, keeping me from responding.
Though I’m tempted to see how far we can take it, it’s clear already that when it comes to sex, kind, considerate Caleb turns into a beast. And I’m thrilled at the prospect of finding out.
“Listen to you,” he croons, kissing his way down my neck. “So worked up already. If I slid a hand into those tiny shorts, you’d be soaked, wouldn’t you?”
I whimper in response, the ability to speak fleeing me, along with all rational thought.
“I bet all I’d have to do is stroke your clit once and you’d go off.”
My core pulls tighter. I so would.
“Tell me, Halle”—he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and lets it go with a pop—“do you want me to touch you? It’d be cruel to leave you so achy and needy, wouldn’t it?”
Head dropped back, I pant, “Touch me.”
How we went from our first kiss to this is beyond me, but I’m not mad about it. The two of us have been a spark just waiting to ignite. Now that the flames have been fanned, we’re going up in an inferno.
“Ask nicer.”
Ask …nicer?
“You want me to beg?” The words are breathless; I can’t seem toget enough air into my lungs.
“Hmm.” He strokes his nose along the curve of my neck.
Until this moment, I never knew the skin there could be so sensitive. But each brush of his nose or his lips sends shivers racing down my spine.
“Don’t tempt me,” he grits out. “I don’t know that I could resist if you begged me.”
“Please.” If I could touch him, I’d claw at his shoulders, scratching at his bare skin like a cat in heat. I’veneverfelt like this before, so unhinged. My whole life, I’ve fought to remain in control. With Caleb, I feel safe to let go. “Please, touch me. I want you to.”
“Such a sweet, tempting offer.” He slips his free hand beneath my shirt, skimming across my belly and teasing at the waistband of my sleep shorts.
So close but so far away from where I want him.
“Caleb.” My voice is shaky, my heart thudding wildly. “For the love of God, touch me. If you don’t, I’ll have to go upstairs and take matters into my own hands.”
His eyes flash like he’s intrigued by the idea.
Pulse thrashing, I shake my head back and forth. “You won’t be allowed to watch.”
He leans over my body, and I whimper at the press of his weight against me—not because it hurts, but because it feels so damn good. Mouth at my ear, he nips the lobe, then whispers, “You might think you’re in control here, but you’re wrong.”
He releases his hold on my wrists, and then his weight disappears, taking all his body heat with it.
I scramble to sitting, every nerve ending lit up. “Where are you going?”
I’m all worked up, and he’s, what? Walking away?
