“If you stop, I may punch you in the balls.”
He barked a laugh at her directness. “It might be better that we go inside because when you bring me to my knees, I don’t want any witnesses.”
He took advantage of the few moments it took them from the porch to get to his place to remind himself that rushing wasn’t something he wanted. She deserved better than a fast, dirty tumble against a wall, and he craved spending the entire night exploring, tasting, and loving her.
Her gaze heated his skin as she gradually looked him up and down. He locked the door behind them.
He slowly turned and reached for her. Her hands stroked up his shoulders as he pulled her toward him. Then she jumped, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Their gazes clashed. His stomach quivered with excitement when he saw the desire she didn’t try to hide.
He held her easily as he made his way to his room. He stopped in the middle of the room and set her down, groaning as she slid down his body to stand in front of him. He didn’t want to release her. He loved having her in his arms, and he wanted to keep her there. Reluctantly, he let go and stripped off his T-shirt.
Her lips parted as she skimmed her gaze from his chest to his stomach. Her fingers followed her gaze as if she was counting each and every one of his abs.
His eyes locked on her fingers as she stripped off her shoes and pants, making his breath catch and his balls ache. When she straightened, he bit back a groan at the absolute perfection that stood before him. Her desire blazed in her eyes—and he loved it.
In the next heartbeat, he snatched her to him, his mouth plundering hers. He kissed her hungrily, greedily, deeply, ravenously, as if she were the first meal after a month of starvation.
She moaned, her hands clutching him as she pressed closer. It wasn’t until he felt the back of his knuckles brush something behind her that he realized he’d moved them against the wall.
Her kisses stole his sanity.
They gave him clarity.
They offered him something—everything he’d ever desired, and as if he had been fumbling in the dark or with compromised vision for most of his life, somewhere deep inside him, everything became crystal clear. The more they kissed, the more he understood she was ruining him for anyone else—and he was here for it.
He tugged on her hair, exposing her neck. She gasped in pleasure as he kissed down the column of her throat to lick her pulse point. Every taste, every sigh, every moan was more erotic and sensual than the last, ramping up the desire swirling between them.
Her fingers slid into his hair as he trailed kisses to her breasts. She moaned when his teeth grazed over one nipple and then the other before going back to the first. His lips wrapped around the peak and sucked before his tongue lapped and teased it.
Rose gasped in pleasure as he devoured, savored, ravished. All the while, her hands stroked over his skin, learning every inch of him and leaving a trail of desire in their wake. “Caleb,” she whispered when he moved to her other breast and began to flick his tongue over the nipple. It wasn’t long before she was rocking her hips against him.
Caleb loved the thought of being so thoroughly wanted and needed by her. He was helpless to resist giving her what she craved because she was better than any fantasy he’d ever had—or ever would have. He watched her from under desire-filled, hooded eyelids and whispered, “You’re beautiful.”
His lips trailed down her stomach and lower; she moaned as he lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, exposing her sex. He’d meant to dive in with his fingers or tongue or both, but he paused to savor the moment. He peered up at her. The hunger and need in her gaze made his heart skip a beat and his cock jerk. “Tell me you’re sure,” he demanded.
She nodded.
“Words, Rosey-Posey, I’m going to need words.” His voice scratchy and hoarse. “Tell me you need this as much as I do.”
“I’m sure. Please, Caleb. I need you.”
Still holding her gaze, he stroked one finger over her sex. Her head dropped back, breaking the connection as he lowered his mouth to her clit to lick and suck over her sensitive bundle of nerves until her knee buckled as he brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure, only to stop right before she climaxed. “So hot. The taste of you makes me want to take you right here, right now.”
“Do it,” she urged. “Take me right here. Now.” She scraped her nails over his shoulders. “Stop making me wait.”
“Bossy.” He slid one thick finger inside her, thrusting slowly and going deep before using short movements that barely entered her. “And I love it.”
“Caleb.”
He grinned against her stomach at the warning in her voice. Every sigh and moan sent the desire between them higher and higher until he was shaking with need. Once more, he brought her right to the edge of release, only to pause, petting and stroking, calming her body as he whispered words even he couldn’t make out.
His only thought was Rose. Her touch, her taste, bringing pleasure to her body. He loved that she trembled when he lowered her foot. He steadied her as he got to his feet. He ground his teeth, refusing to rush these magical moments between them. Prolonging it was killing him, but he craved the payoff almost as much as he craved her cries of desire.
He took a moment to kiss her deep, wet, and slow before he picked her up, raising her until her head was above his. He turned his face into the hand that cupped his cheek to press a kiss to the palm and lowered her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her lips parted when he felt the head of his cock press against the opening of her pussy.
Caleb squeezed his eyes shut as he filled her inch by inch. Her body stretched around him; he reveled in the heat of her enclosing him in her core. Once he was balls deep, he breathed harshly against her ear. “Rose,” he whispered.
“My name has never sounded so sexy.”
