“Off,” I demanded.
He grinned, wicked and tender. In a few seconds, he stoodnaked beside the bed, his clothes in a messy pile at his feet. Then he climbed back onto the mattress and ran his hands over my legs.
There were no games this time. No push and pull of power. There was just him and me, and the life-changing news I’d delivered to him earlier. His touch was tenderer than it had ever been. He brushed my stomach with the backs of his fingers as he kneeled between my legs, then ran both palms up to stroke my breasts. He was reverent, and it made me feel like a goddess.
With a few plaintive noises, I demanded more.
We’d had sex without a condom before, but not like this. Those times had been hurried and intense and irresponsible. We’d been caught up in the moment. This was deliberate. It was a joining that felt intense in an entirely different way.
Cal leaned his big body over mine, elbows leaning on either side of my head, careful not to put any weight on me. His tip prodded at my opening, every muscle stark and hard in the low light. I ran my fingers over his shoulders and pecs, then down his sides and along the cock he held so close to where I wanted it.
“What are you waiting for?” I whispered, my hips rocking as my craving for him grew.
“You are so beautiful, Deena,” he whispered back. “Sometimes I worry that you aren’t real.”
I stroked his cock and relished the way he shuddered. “Does that feel real to you?”
His grin was the same wicked Cal I’d come to love. Because that was what this was—the kind of world-shattering love that only came along once in a lifetime. What else could it bebutlove?
“Cal,” I said, breath catching. “I?—”
He entered me, and it stole the words right from my mouth.
“Perfect,” he rasped, and thrust into me again, slow and deep. “So fucking perfect, love.”
“Oh, my God.”
“My name is Cal,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Cal,” I said, and moaned when he entered me again, and again, and again. I bit his shoulder and pulled him tight to me, whining when he still wouldn’t put his weight on me. I needed more. I needed to feel him everywhere. “Please,” I begged.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped.
Frustration spiraled through me, deadening the orgasm that had started to build. “Cal,” I complained.
Instead of giving me what I wanted, he pulled out completely and flipped me onto my stomach. I arched my back, and then he was there. He filled me up until I had to turn my face to the mattress to cry out. His arms circled my waist and pulled me up so my back was to his chest, his arms banded around my midsection.
With his hands, Cal brought my arms up to grip his shoulders behind mine. “Don’t let go,” he growled.
I smiled, remembering that time in my office. This time, I would be good and do as I was told. Especially when his hands returned to my body, one of them palming my breast while the other dove between my legs. He touched where we were joined, groaning in satisfaction.
The next thrust made me see stars. I gasped, and Cal did it again. He pinched my nipple while his fingers found my clit, and the sensations became almost too much to bear. But he didn’t speed up. He fucked me slow and merciless. I came with a cry, my nails digging into his shoulders, his arms holding me exactly where he wanted me.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “So beautiful when you scream my name, love. So perfect when you come on my cock.”
I whimpered, my orgasm fading, but Cal didn’t stop. Pleasure grew inside me again, my body weak and boneless.
“If you didn’t already have my baby inside you, I’d put one in you right now,” he said, thrusting deeper.
His name was the only thing I could say, and his answering grunt told me he loved hearing it. And when his movements became more frenzied, my own pleasure built. He came with a groan, his hold on me tightening. I felt his orgasm. Felt him throb inside me. Felt the liquid seep out of me onto my thighs.
Cal must have felt the way I trembled against him. He must have known that his pleasure turned me on. Because his fingers returned to my clit, and he gave me another orgasm, this one so sharp and bright that it stole my breath.
We collapsed on the bed, and Cal pulled me tight to his chest. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and said, “You’re moving in with me tomorrow.”
The command in his voice should have made me pause. It should have made me think twice about what I was getting myself into—and what kind of man I was bound to.
But I was pleasure-drunk and happy, and the part of me that craved independence had gone eerily silent. All the fear that had choked me in the past week was gone, and it had left a big, gaping hole inside me that Cal came and filled with hope and love and bliss.
