“Yes.”
That’s all it took.
He put down the overnight bag and stepped toward her. He kissed her again, deeper this time, hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer. She responded without hesitation, rising onto her toes, heart racing. Not from fear but from certainty.
Then Caleb pulled away, and she felt the loss of his heat. Taking her hand, he moved them down the hall into his bedroom.
He turned to her, his brows drawn with concern. “Still okay?”
She nodded.
He smiled, pulled the covers down and then opened his arms. “Then come here.”
Mia stepped into his arms, resting her forehead against his chest for just a second, letting herself feel the moment before everything changed.
He released her and reached for her blouse, slowly removing it. Then he unzipped her pants. She kicked off her shoes, and he pulled the pants free. She stood there in her bra and panties, pleased that she’d chosen a lacy set.
Caleb’s eyes lit up. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She reached for his T-shirt and tried to pull it up but got tangled. Caleb laughed and did that smooth pull-it-off-from-the-back move that always amazed her. Then she pushed his shoes with her foot and worked his pants down, her hands steady despite the flutter in her chest. Caleb sucked in a breath, his hands flexing at his side as if he was deliberately holding himself back. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening as he watched her, letting her take her time.
Finally, he stood there in his boxers, his body already reacting to her, breathing a little heavier, his gaze tracking every movement like he was memorizing her.
She looked him up and down, licked her lips and said, “Not too shabby.”
Caleb said nothing for a moment, his lips parting as if he might say something, anything, before a low laugh finally escaped him. He picked her up, slung her over his shoulders and deposited her gently on the bed before crawling beside her.
“I’ll be happy to show you more than ‘not too shabby.’”
Mia giggled. “I hope those aren’t just words, cowboy.”
He shook his head. “You’re in so much trouble here, young lady.”
“Ohhh. Whatcha going to do about it?” she teased.
“This.”
Mia was unprepared. His mouth found hers again, slow at first, then deliberate, making it very clear he intended to take his time.
He kissed the bejesus out of her. Then stopped. She felt the loss immediately.
“Sit up,” he said.
She did. He removed her bra and took a deep breath while staring at her breasts. “Perfect.”
He brought her hands over her head so she was completely exposed, his blue eyes dusky with desire. Then he leaned over and took one nipple in his mouth while tweaking the other. Mia closed her eyes. Could this get any better?
Why, yes, it could. He switched breasts, and she moaned.
“You’re going to be moaning a lot more,” he whispered between sucking and pinching her nipple.
“Tease,” she mumbled when she caught her breath.
He worked his way down her body, planting kisses everywhere. When he reached her panties, he pulled them down and tossed them aside.
“Open for me, sweetheart.”
She did, trusting him completely. He positioned himself at her core. He licked and sucked and kissed her pussy until she couldn’t stand anymore. “Please,” she moaned.
