I let Caleb’s hand go and then stood up. I peeled my T-shirt off and watched as Caleb’s eyes went wide.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, then he was climbing to his feet. I wasn’t surprised when he reached for the tattoo on my chest. “It looks alive,” he murmured as he drew his finger along the edge of one of the wings of the butterfly that was tattooed to the left of my heart. The design spread out across most of my pectoral muscle.
“It’s a 3-D tattoo,” I explained. I smiled as he shook his head in disbelief. I’d had the same reaction the first time I’d seen the completed tattoo in the mirror. It was made to look like the delicate creature had merely landed on my chest and could fly off at any moment. The tattoo artist had done an amazing job of capturing Maggie’s design.
“It’s beautiful. Your sister is so talented.”
I tried to focus on Caleb’s words, but admittedly, it got more difficult as he continued to trail his fingers all over the butterfly. He clearly had no clue what he was doing to me, because he stepped even closer to me and dropped his face so close to my skin that I could feel his warm breath. “So beautiful,” he repeated. He was so lost in studying the tattoo, that his fingers slid unnoticed to my nipple. I wasn’t able to successfully hold back a rush of air when the pad of his finger slid over my sensitive flesh. The sound caught Caleb’s attention, but instead of jerking back, he held there for a moment, then slowly looked at his own fingers.
And then, God, he started playing with me.
I trembled as pleasure spiked throughout my entire body. From the way Caleb’s lips parted and his thumb stilled over my nipple, I knew he knew what was happening to me.
“Caleb,” I breathed, though I wasn’t sure what I wanted to tell him.
I knew what I wassupposedto tell him – that he needed to stop.
But my traitorous brain just had me repeating his name in a voice I barely recognized as my own.
Caleb’s hand slid down my body and settled on my waist as his gaze stayed on my nipple, which had tightened under his touch. I knew what he was going to do, but I didn’t even try to stop him.
His moves were slow and deliberate, but held a hint of uncertainty in them. As his lips landed in a gentle kiss just to the right of my nipple, his hand slid around to my back. His other was resting on my hip. I told myself not to do it, but I dropped my hand to the back of his head anyway. Caleb chose that moment to lift his eyes.
But he left his mouth where it was.
I was caught in the snare of his gaze. My dick was straining against the fabric of my jeans and it took everything in me not to just grab him and toss him down on the small table we’d just been sitting at.
Neither of us spoke in the few seconds that passed. I held my breath when Caleb moved his mouth, but it was impossible to look away.
Because he never stopped looking at me.
Not as he licked my skin.
Or when he closed his mouth over my nipple.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I tightened my grip in his hair. “Yes,” I whispered. Caleb’s sinful tongue flattened over my nipple as he licked me, then continued up my chest. I wrapped my free arm around his waist and pulled him flush against my body as he began placing kisses along my collarbone. I still had my hand in his hair, but I refrained from forcing his head back so I could take the kiss that I really wanted.
My ringing phone split the silence of the air around us and Caleb jerked out of my hold. He looked at me with wide eyes, then at the burner phone, which was sitting on the kitchen counter. I wanted to ignore the damn thing, but I knew I couldn’t.
“It’s Dalton,” I said. “He might have an update.”
Caleb nodded shakily. “I, uh, should go make sure we didn’t leave the bait above deck… it’ll spoil.”
I’d brought the bait down and put it in the refrigerator myself, but I didn’t say that. I merely nodded and watched Caleb flee. My body was tight with lust as I snatched up the phone.
“What?” I practically barked.
There was a beat, then Dalton said, “Dude, if you’re suffering from cabin fever after only six days—”
“Sorry,” I cut in. “It’s not that.”
It’s the fact that if you’d have waited five more goddamn minutes, I would have had Caleb beneath me on your bed and I wouldn’t have given two shits about answering your call.
“Just tired,” I lied.
Dalton didn’t respond at first, probably because he knew I was lying.
“Any updates?” I asked.
