Honey’s breathing quickens, her eyes locked on mine, and it’s so fucking hot. I’ve been with plenty of women, but this…this connection is something I’ve never felt before.
“Caleb,” she moans, and hearing my real name on her lips while I’m buried inside her does something to me.
“Mine,” I growl, the word slipping out before I can stop it. I lean down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, never breaking my rhythm.
She meets my kiss with the same hunger, her hands sliding down to grip my ass, urging me on.
“Yes,” she pants against my mouth. “Yours.”
That single word has me fucking into her harder, faster, the mattress shifting beneath us with the force of it. I’m trying to be quiet, trying to be mindful of her sleeping kids, but it’s taking every ounce of control I have not to roar like a fucking animal.
Feeling her pussy starting to clench around me, I know she’s close. I slip a hand between us and circle her clit with my thumb.
“Come for me, baby,” I command. “Let me feel you.”
Back arching, her inner walls squeeze my cock as she buries her face in my shoulder to muffle her cries.
“That’s it, baby.” I thrust harder. “Give it to me.”
Grunting, I’m right behind her, my control shattering as her pussy milks my cock. With a guttural groan that I try to keep quiet, I bury myself to the hilt and empty everything I have deep inside her.
For several life-changing heartbeats, we stay locked together, both of us panting, her legs still wrapped tightly around me.
When I finally catch my breath and pull back, she’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen lit up on her face.
“Wow. That was...” She trails off, unable to find the words.
“Yeah,” I chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “It was.”
Eventually, I pull out and roll to my side, tucking her against me. She fits perfectly in the curve of my body, her back against my chest, my arm draped over her waist.
We should probably clean up and get dressed in case one of her boys wakes up and comes looking for her. But for right now, I just want to hold her, to savor this moment.
“You’re thinking awfully loud back there,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy.
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “Just thinking about how fucking perfect you are.”
She makes a sound that’s half laugh, half scoff. “I’m far from perfect.”
“Says who?” I growl, tightening my hold on her.
She’s quiet for a moment, and I think maybe she’s fallen asleep, but then she speaks, her voice so soft I almost miss it. “I was scared tonight. What if you hadn’t been there?”
The thought makes my blood boil all over again. “Don’t think about that, baby. I’ll always be here when you need me.”
“I don’t understand you,” she says, shifting to look at me over her shoulder. “You barely know me.”
“I know enough.” I brush a strand of hair from her face. “I know you’re brave and strong and that you love your boys more than anything in the world. I know you’ve been hurt and let down by people who should have protected you, and I know I want to be the man in your life who never does either of those things to you.”
Her eyes search mine, looking for the lie, the angle, the hidden agenda. But there isn’t one. Everything I’m saying is the raw, unfiltered truth.
“I don’t know what to say to that,” she whispers.
“You don’t have to say anything.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Just let me show you.”
She settles back against me with a sigh, her body relaxing into mine. Within minutes, her breathing evens out, and I know she’s asleep.
I lie here in the dark, holding the gorgeous woman who’s crashed into my life and turned everything upside down in the span of a day.
