Before I know it, a tidal wave of heat crashes over me, hardly giving me time to brace myself.
Instead, I arch into the touch while he guides me through it, groaning against me. The sound that escapes my lips is both pleading and overwhelmed, my body contorting with the onslaught of unabashed pleasure.
Everything goes tight before the release comes, and a pleasant haze fills my head while I pant quietly through it, feeling how my heart pounds in my chest.
Caleb hums, hands still firmly on me while he prolongs my orgasm, still paying light attention to my heat.
When I squirm from overstimulation, I huff out a breath and give his hair a gentle tug. “Get up here…”
He chuckles, pressing a lingering kiss against me before moving up my body again with some reluctance, as if he’d stay down there all night if he could. The towel around his waist seems to get lost somewhere along the way.
“So quick to pull a man out of heaven,” Caleb muses, eyes dark with lust as his lips brush up my neck and across my jaw before hovering above mine. “That’s cruel.”
“You were insatiable.”
“That’s how I like to be,” he says, grinning before brushing his nose against mine.
My arms settle around his waist, keeping him near while my fingers trail along his spine, eliciting a small but noticeable shiver from him. “Then we’ll find a new heaven, but together this time.”
Interest and desire spark in his gaze again, and he presses in closer, not leaving an inch of space between us. “I would call you a woman after my heart, but it’s already yours.”
The bond between us burns brighter at that, and without missing a beat, I lean in, capturing his lips.
Caleb hums, returning it greedily while his fingers move through my hair, holding me like his very soul would ache if we were apart.
It’s all heat and eagerness, fueled by every risk we faced earlier in the night, and the need to sink our nails into everything we could’ve lost.
Then, my breath catches as I’m suddenly maneuvered, turned over until I find myself above him, taking in those lustful eyes beneath me. My heart thrums at the sight, and I place my hands against his chest, slowly roaming downward to feel the muscled expanse of his abdomen. It’s enough to make my lower belly hot.
Taking him in, I silently admire the strong body that carried him through the fight against Dawson. The one that’s been carved with time and discipline. The one that’s completely mine to enjoy. To take.
The thought alone sends a thrill through me.
A low sound reverberates in Caleb’s chest, and his obvious arousal twitches against me. His lips pull slightly. “Your thoughts are incredibly loud…”
“I don’t care,” I murmur, brushing my hand back up his body while I lean in, finding myself face to face with him. “Not when you should hear them anyway.”
His eyes seem impossibly darker, and his hands settle on my hips, bringing me forward to slowly roll my hips against his, making us both shiver from the friction. “What was that you said about heaven?”
Grinning back at him, I gently nip at his lower lip, savoring how it feels to be skin to skin with him. “It’s yours if you want it.”
Caleb nearly groans at that, but he reaches for the back of my neck, gently coaxing me closer again as he kisses me deeply. His mouth is greedy, taking and taking while tasting every inch of mine. A satisfied sound rumbles in his throat. “As much as I like the way you were looking at me, my patience is waning.”
It’s tempting to continue pushing him, but here and now, I’m in the same position as him. That longing and hunger only heighten while being this close, bare bodies perfectly slotted together. So I stifle a needy sound and rub up against him again. “That makes two of us.”
With all pretense of teasing gone, Caleb lifts my hips at the same time as he kisses me again, not making either of us wait a moment longer.
Just as I’m aligned with his aching length, Caleb lowers me, breath catching mutually as I feel him. My body parts for him, welcoming him inside without an ounce of resistance.
His eyes close and his head tips back in immediate ecstasy, trying to stifle a moan before it can get the better of him. Even as he lies back and allows me to take control, his grip on my hip never wavers, fingers flexing with restraint.
Even seeing him like this, already looking like he’s undone despite just getting started, nearly makes me dizzy. But straddling him and having him sheathed inside me is another story.
Given a rush of courage from how perfect he looks underneath me, I lift my hips, slowly moving to gain more friction for both of us.
Immediately, a groan falls from his lips, and he has to physically stop himself from giving in to his instincts. He grips me hard, but doesn’t move, and the message is clear.
He wants me to take control.
