She melts into me, fingers gripping my shirt, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. I can taste her breath, the sweetness on her tongue. I can feel the heat of her skin through the towel. It’s barely holding together. So am I.
She shifts against me, and I feel her—allof her. Soft curves pressed to my chest. Bare thigh sliding against denim.
I growl into her mouth.
"You feel that?" I murmur, my voice low and harsh against her lips. "That’s what you do to me, Sunshine."
She gasps.
I lift her effortlessly. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her like I wasmeantto. Like her body was made to fit against mine.
We slam into the doorframe of her bedroom.
She laughs, breathless. I groan.
"Small place," she teases.
"Big man," I growl.
"Modest too," she adds, grinning.
I lay her gently across the bed, kneeling between her legs. Her towel’s already slipping, clinging to her breasts by sheer will and a bit of luck.
I hook a finger under the edge and tug it free. Slowly. Reverently. My breath catches in my throat.
"Fuck," I whisper. "You’re perfect."
She blushes. Tries to cover herself with her hands.
"Don’t." I still her. "Don’t hide from me. You’re mine. Every inch of you."
The look in her eyes—like she’s never beenseenbefore—shreds me.
I strip slowly. My shirt hits the floor. Her eyes follow every inch I reveal like a prayer. I drop my jeans. Her breath hitches.
"Jesus."
"That a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Definitely a thing," she says faintly. “A very big thing.”
I kiss my way down her body. Her neck. Her collarbone. Her breasts. She trembles under me, hands threading into my hair.
I slide lower. Press kisses to her stomach. Her hips. The insides of her thighs.
"Caleb," she whispers.
I groan at the sound of my name in her voice.
When I finally taste her sweet pussy, she cries out, hips jerking up.
My hands lock on her thighs, holding her open for me.
I take my time. Learn every sound. Every twitch. Every breathless moan.
When I find her rhythm, I push her there, relentless.
"I can’t—"
