His body was a work of art. Men his age usually lived in the gym to look that way. He was a lot more ripped than I could have guessed. When he was shirtless, he worked on kicking his shoes off then tugging his socks off, making each of his muscled biceps and abs flex and contort. Every part of his body he revealed looked sexier than the last.
And that included his tanned bare feet.
When he was left in nothing but black boxer briefs and he’d picked up his clothes off the ground, placing both of our things flat against different surfaces so they’d have a chance to dry, hewrapped the sheet around his waist and worked his boxer briefs right off, only to step away and pick them up to place them on the counter.
My heart thundered with the knowledge we were both naked now. He walked towards the bed. When Caleb’s eyes met mine, it felt like all the air in the cabin had been sucked out. It was so heavy and thick, I felt like I couldn’t breathe a full breath into my lungs. I licked my suddenly dry lips, wondering when my tongue started to feel bigger than my mouth. My heart galloped against my rib cage as he neared. We were both naked under our own old, scratchy white sheet.
“Warmer?” I nodded. He sat down next to me.
“You should get under the covers,” I offered, lifting the blanket, but he stopped me by grabbing my wrist. The warmth of his hand felt good against my skin.
“Rosie, I go under that blanket knowing you’re—“ His voice was rough as his Adam’s apple rose and fell. “—you don’t have anything on underneath, I don’t think I’m strong enough to keep my hands off you. Especially after what you called me.” I felt like my face matched my hair with how my skin burned with embarrassment.
He’d heard me.Shit!
“I don’t know why I did that. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” The apology stumbled out.
“Baby girl, the only place I’m uncomfortable is…” His hand gently took mine to the front of him, letting me brush against his cock. He was hard and thick.And oh god, long. My breathing changed as the ache between my legs grew. Scalding wet heat pooled between my thighs.
“It’s okay.” He let go of my hand while his eyes searched mine. Caleb’s hand rose between us and stroked my face. “I don’t know why, but… fuck me, I want you to call me that again.”
“Is that something you’re, umm, into?” I asked, not sure of why I was suddenly shy. I wasn’t the quiet scaredy cat Tabitha had been. Or the never-touched virgin Abby had been.
Nudity didn’t faze me. Sex and kinks didn’t, either.
I might not have had a partner in over a year, but that was by choice. Yet with Caleb, everything felt different. Special. Scary almost. New. I wasn’t sure if it was all the daddy books I’d read in the last twelve months and fallen in love with messing with my head or if it was the man who was so sweet and real that I could almost swear I’d fallen in love with him in less than a handful of hours. There was an overwhelming need to call him daddy. To let my guard completely down and take a chance on him and see what happened.
“Not until you,” he shared, gravely honest.
“Oh.” My eyes widened at his admission. My belly felt warm as soft, light flutters stirred to life.
“You bring something out of me.” My lips twitched because I liked that.
“You do, too,” I admitted.
“Is the daddy/little-girl dynamic something you’ve explored in the past, beautiful?” I shook my head. I felt a little dizzy, drunk off lust.This is more than lust, a little voice inside my head said, and I blinked.
Is this what falling in love at first sight feels like?
Lightning struck outside. Loud and bright, one after another. Three in a row, illuminating the inside of the cabin more than the dim light Caleb had found. Love at first spark was more like it.
“No. But I’ve read a lot about the dynamic.”
“Romance reader, Rosie?” he asked with gentleness in his blue eyes.
“Big time.” I smiled. “But, umm…” I pressed my lips together. “I’ve never tried it out. I’ve never been in a relationship orsituation to try it,” I shared. His features were intense as he stared at me.
“I’ll be the one,” he rumbled, and it felt like more than a promise of a wild night. It felt like an oath for a lifetime.
6.Caleb
I’ll be the one.
I’d said that and meant it.
I was getting way too ahead of myself, and I was shocked as hell the stunning woman in front of me hadn’t run out of the tiny hidden cabin.
“I’ll be the one,” I repeated because I obviously couldn’t stop saying it. But fuck, I meant it.
