“I…” My voice breaks. “I don’t know.”
“You do.”
His mouth trails down my jaw.
“You like it when I’m close.”
Down my neck.
“When I pin you with my voice.”
Lower, to the place where my pulse is frantic.
“When I hold you right… here.”
He tugs my hair just enough to make the world tilt.
A whimper slips out.
He shudders.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re going to ruin me.”
He kisses me.
Hard.
Deep.
Possessive in a way that steals the air from my lungs. His hand stays tangled in my hair, angling my mouth where he wants it, controlling the kiss, not harsh, but sure, decisive, devastating.
My fingers fist in his shirt. My hips arch toward him before I can stop them.
He groans against my lips.
His hand leaves my hair only long enough to grip my hips, both hands now, pulling me flush against him so I can feelexactlywhat I’m doing to him.
“Delaney,” he groans, “if you keep rubbing yourself on me like that, I’ll put you over this railing and fuck the thoughts right out of your head.”
My whole body trembles.
He lifts his head, eyes wild in the moonlight.
His hands tighten on my hips, dragging me along the hard line of him, slow enough to make my vision blur.
“Look at you,” he murmurs against my skin. “Shaking for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”
My fingers clutch his shoulders, desperate and unsteady. “Caleb?—”
He cuts me off with a quiet growl so deep it vibrates through my ribs.
“Say my name again.”
“Caleb…”
His lips brush my collarbone. “Good girl.”
The words hit me like a jolt straight to my spine.
