How can I say no in the face of that. “You promise it’s just to sleep?”
He offers up his pinkie. “Pinkie promise, angel. Just like when we were kids.”
I curl my finger around his before pulling him into my apartment, hoping I won’t regret it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Elisa
Iuse the bathroom first, purposely dressing in pajama shorts and a matching top rather than one of the silky nightgowns I normally prefer to sleep in. Butterflies swoop into my stomach as I emerge from my en suite bathroom to find a shirtless Caleb sitting on the edge of my bed, flicking through one of my art-history books. “Bathroom’s free,” I say, gulping back nerves as I pad in bare feet toward the bed. I dump my clothes on the chair and try not to gnaw off the inside of my mouth.
“Come here, Lili.” Caleb’s deep voice does all kinds of twisty things to my insides. I turn and face him with a flaming face. Pulling me between his parted legs, he peers up at me. “You set the pace, angel, remember?”
I just know my vulnerability is playing across my face as I stare into his stunning big blue eyes. Caleb is so undeniably beautiful and I’m so, so in love with him.
“We’re just going to sleep, and you don’t need to be nervous.” He plants a soft kiss on the underside of my hand. “I promise. Okay?”
I nod and stand back as he rises to his feet. “You’re so precious to me, Lili.” His fingers sweep across my cheek. “And you’re just too fucking adorable.” His lips fight a smirk as his gaze rakes over my sleepwear. “Climb in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Crawling under the covers, I scoot over until I’m facing the wall, trying to talk myself off a ledge. I’m being ridiculous. He’s only sleeping beside me. I’m twenty-two, almost twenty-three-years old, and it’s crazy to be this nervous about a guy just sleeping beside me. And it’s Caleb. I trust him with my life. He won’t force me to do anything. He’s already promised. Rolling some of my aromatherapy stick on my wrists, I inhale deeply, forcing myself to calm down until I’m relaxed.
The door to the bathroom opens and closes, and the bedroom light goes out. I hear him dropping his clothes on the chair over mine, and then the covers are peeled back as he gets in. Heat immediately warms me from behind.
“Lil,” he whispers in a soft seductive voice. “Can I hold you?”
“Yes,” I whisper back, barely breathing.
His body glides up against mine from behind, and his bare chest presses into my back. He keeps his groin away, and it only makes me love him more. This is so far removed from what he is used to, but he’s not complaining, only accommodating. Taking his arms, I wrap them firmly around my waist and hold on to them.
“I could get used to this,” he murmurs against my ear, making me shiver all over.
“I love you,” I tell him, lifting my head and turning around so I’m looking at him. I can just make his features out in the dark room. “Thank you for tonight. I had the best time.”
“Me too.” He brushes his lips against mine. “Love you, Lili.”
We kiss softly for a few minutes, and he breaks our lip-lock first. “Sleep, angel.” He presses a kiss to the back of my head. “I’ve got you.”
I’m not sure how it happens, but I fall asleep almost immediately, and I don’t wake at all during the night.
My eyes pop open five minutes before my alarm is due to go off, and I suck in a gasp when I find myself facing Caleb with my head on his bare chest and my leg thrust in between his. His arms are still around me, and he’s sound asleep, his face peaceful in slumber. Shutting off my alarm, I bask in the warmth of his embrace for a few minutes, slyly checking him out.
His upper body is a work of art and an ode to regular sessions in the gym. His shoulders are broad, his chest smooth, and the dips and curves of his abs almost look painted on. He’s all silky tan skin, and I’m tempted to lick him all over. My eyes widen as I lower my gaze down his body, my mouth forming an O. The covers have drifted down the bed, revealing the very large bulge straining against his designer boxers.
Holy Hades. That thing is a giant, although I’ve only seen one other penis in comparison. I stare at it in fascination, wondering what it looks like without anything covering it.
“Liking what you see, Lili?” Caleb asks in a sleep-drenched voice, and I hear the humor in his tone.
“It’s so big,” I blurt, and he chuckles, pulling me in closer to his chest.
“You do wonders for my ego.” His eyes blink open, and they’re instantly adoring.
“Just stating the truth.”
“You can touch it if you like,” he says, taking my hand and hovering it over his groin.
Propping up on one elbow, I lower my hand and tentatively touch him, feeling the weight of him through the material. “And thick.”
He smothers a groan by burying his face in the pillow as his cock jerks under my palm. I run my fingers up and down the length and sides of his cock, tracing the outline through his boxers. It jerks a few more times as I stroke it, and my pussy clenches with need.
