But instead of saying something dirty, she asked, “So what exactly about me do you want?”
His expression was unusually soft, tender, with something almost happy warming his eyes. “Are you fishing for compliments?”
“Not compliments.” She was smiling the same way he was. “Just an explanation of what you meant. How hard can that be?”
He kissed her again, with even more depth and urgency than before, and started to undress her. Soon she was writhing in desire and a deeper kind of emotion that just wouldn’t go away. She was making strange whimpering noises into his mouth, and her hands were stroking his skin eagerly. His body was pressing into hers, and she loved the weight of it, how hot and heavy he was on top of her.
When she was afraid she might drown in how much she was feeling, she angled her hips up and tried to rub her growing arousal against his hip. Then she moved her hands—which had begun clawing at his back—to his shoulders and pushed him up.
“So you’re not going to tell me?”
Caleb blinked. He looked a little dazed himself, so he must have been just as affected as she was.
After a moment Caleb finally found his voice again. “Well, one of the things about you I love,” he murmured, “is that you never give up. I’ve never met a woman with such a strong will.” He brushed a kiss against her lips. “It’s intoxicating.”
“A strong will doesn’t sound very attractive.”
Caleb gave her his feral smile, his pelvis lowering again to rub his hardening cock against her. The heat flaring up again in his eyes, he said, “You have no idea how attractive it is.”
He knew her. He might not know who she was, but he still knew her. So his words weren’t about a made-up woman. They were about her. She felt them wash over her. “What else?”
Arching one eyebrow, Caleb shook his head and then lowered himself until his mouth was hovering over one of her breasts. “I love how you can let yourself go.” He lowered his face. Mouthed her breast a few times before he tightened his lips around her nipple.
She sucked in an urgent breath at the responding tug she felt at her center. Arching up in pleasure into his mouth, she gasped, “I don’t ever let myself go.”
Caleb relaxed his mouth around her breast, giving her just enough time to catch her breath before he flicked her tight, sensitive nipple with his tongue in a few quick, delicious strokes.
Kelly gasped again. Couldn’t help it.
Slanting her a surprisingly teasing look, Caleb raised his head just long enough to say, “Yes, you do. In bed. It’s like you’re able to throw off any inhibition and lose yourself in the moment. You did it on the first day we met, and I love that about you. I want to be that way too.”
“I don’t know—” She couldn’t finish the comment. Caleb was busy at her breast again—this time mouthing it softly for long enough to lull her before he gave the flesh a little nip with his teeth.
At the sharply pleasurable stimulation, Kelly let out a helpless exclamation. Her arousal was almost throbbing now, and she occasionally had to shift her hips uncomfortably in an attempt to ease it.
When he lifted inquisitive eyes toward her—clearly waiting for her to finish—she said, “I don’t know if that’s always a good thing.”
Caleb smiled again. “I don’t care if it’s good. It’s you, and it’s one of the things I can’t help but want about you.” Since he was nuzzling between her breasts, the vibrations sent ripples down through her belly as he spoke. He tongued a wet trail along her collarbone, close enough to her sensitive breasts to tantalize her. When she thrust her chest up toward him involuntarily, he kissed a path along one swell of flesh but failed to connect with her nipple. “And you’re so brave and resilient. You can still laugh and really mean it, no matter what has happened to you in your life. I love that.”
She was squirming in obvious need now, trying to relieve the ache between her legs and the urgent tingling in her nipples. But her heart was even more affected. “Oh, God. Caleb!” she demanded, taking his head in her hands and moving it back over her breast, pressing his mouth back down where she wanted it.
He took the breast in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. But what first was satisfying stimulation soon became sensual torment. When she discovered that she was grinding her pelvis up into his and digging her fingers into his hair, she pulled his head up again from her breast.
He was fully erect now—she could feel it against her thigh—and he was gradually becoming just as tense and breathless as she was. But he smiled at her almost fondly. “And I love that you’re not afraid of making sure you get what you want in bed.”
“I’d think that was a pretty common trait.”
“It’s not.” He lifted his head to meet her eyes. “I promise you, it’s not.” He adjusted so he could comb the fingers of one of his hands through her tousled hair, smoothing the long strands out and staring at the way they rippled against the sheet. “Fuck, Kelly, you take my breath away.”
His gaze as hot and possessive as she’d ever seen it, his eyes lowered from her face to her naked breasts to her flat belly. Raising himself up a little, his gaze crawled even lower. And then his hand followed his eyes.
He fingered her open, slowly sliding his finger along the hot, swollen flesh of her arousal.
At the first feel of his finger, she jerked her hips and let out another breathless sound When his finger sank fully inside her, spilling the wetness that had gathered there, she hissed out, “Yes!” and stretched her arms up to grab at the headboard.
Caleb’s eyes seemed to be devouring her, moving from his hand working between her legs to her flushed face. “Oh, fuck, baby, I love how you respond to me, as if it’s so good you just can’t stop yourself.”
He’d read her exactly right. So precisely it should have been frightening. But it wasn’t. It made her feel safe and known and understood. And loved.
She was just like him. She’d never felt that way before.
Caleb shifted his hand slightly until his thumb brushed against her pulsing clit. “Now I want to see you come for me, blossom.” His voice was just another caress.
Kelly had jerked uncontrollably when he’d first rubbed across her clit. And when he started to massage it with skillful purpose, she felt the intense ache at her center suddenly swell up into the beginnings of an orgasm.
“Yes,” she said, the word barely more than a taken breath. Her hips were pumping up into his touch rhythmically, and she had to clutch at the headboard for support. “I’m going to come.”
Caleb adjusted his body, moving even farther down the bed and pulling off her pants and panties. And she knew what he was going to do.
And this time she wanted him to.
He shifted his eyes up to check her face, and she gasped, “Oh, yes, please, Caleb. Please.”
He made a guttural sound and lowered his mouth to her pussy, nuzzling and then parting her folds with one hand.
She cried out when he teased her clit with his tongue, and then arched up helplessly when he slid his tongue inside her, pumping it like he was fucking her.
“Oh, yes, please, Caleb,” she cried out as the sensations collected too fast for her to control them. “Make me come.”
He made another sound in his throat, one that was pleased and masculine and almost animalistic. Then he closed his lips around her clit and started to suck.
She came hard, bucking up off the bed as the pleasure swept through her, and she was filled with the knowledge that he’d wanted to give her that experience—give without taking anything in return.
And that somehow, at some point, it had become something she genuinely wanted.
When he raised his head, she grabbed for his shoulder and gasped, “Oh, God, Caleb, I need you inside me now.”
They fumbled at his clothes until together they’d freed his cock, and then he was positioning himself at her entrance. “Now, Caleb, now,” Kelly murmured raggedly, squirming desperately against the bed and trying t
o hook her legs around his body “Caleb, please,” she added, her voice almost begging him.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
Kelly felt her eyes burning at the words, at how much he seemed to mean them, and she bucked her hips slightly when she felt his erection nudging at her. She was soaking wet, and it felt like every nerve in her body was firing, sending out random stimulation every time she moved, all jolting down to the swelling ache beneath her belly.
When he slid himself halfway in, Kelly exhaled in relief, the hard substance of his cock satisfying the initial urgency of her need.
Looking back up at his intense face, she discovered that Caleb was studying her expression closely. At first, his scrutiny terrified her—since she thought for a moment he’d figured her out. Figured out all of her lies and all of her secrets and all of her weakness in wanting him so much, no matter what might be true about him.
But then she realized what he was looking for.
He didn’t want this to be like last night.
“It’s good,” she breathed, telling him the absolute truth. “So good.”
He slid the rest of the way inside her, bringing his other arm up until he was resting his upper body on his elbows and forearms. In this position he could tangle his hands in her sprawled hair and cup the back of her head.
Kelly bent her knees up around his hips and then wrapped her legs around him all the way, wanting him as close as she could get him.
Hooking her ankles around his back, she reached her arms down to stroke his strong thighs, which he’d just readjusted to give himself better leverage.
With their shift of position, he sank deeper inside her, and Kelly heard Caleb stifle a grunt in response.
Then he straightened his arms, rearing up enough to give himself more room to thrust.
The tight, full sensation of his cock inside her was becoming agonizing since he hadn’t yet moved it. Pumping her hips beneath his weight even more, Kelly did her best to sustain some kind of motion. She needed them to move. She needed him to make love to her.
Caleb’s face twisted briefly at her attempts to ride him from below. Then, with a rough groan, he eased his pelvis back. Thrust into her in a smooth, clean stroke.
Kelly’s mouth fell open in pleasure, and her fingers tightened on his thighs. “Yes,” she hissed again. “Caleb!”
With a jerk of his head, Caleb pulled back and stroked in again. This time she met his thrust with her hips.
He was deep, but the depth felt good, felt urgent, felt needed. As he kept thrusting into her, she kept bucking up with his rhythm. And she was so wet and aroused that after only a couple of minutes she could feel an orgasm mounting inside her.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, tossing her head and trying not to stare at Caleb’s face above her—his hot eyes, tense jaw, and uncharacteristically unguarded expression.
He loved her. He loved her. And he wanted her for who she really was—not just her body, not just the person she was pretending to be.
She could feel the erotic sensations coalescing, rising, intensifying into a cresting wave.
The friction of his cock as it drove into her rhythmically was lush and overwhelming—deeper and slower than when he’d been massaging her clit. And the primitive motion of their coupling was shaking the bed, causing Kelly’s body to bounce gently, stimulating all of the other parts of her.
She knew she was going to come. Knew it was going to be powerful.
“Oh, God,” she mumbled again, starting to pant and tense up as she felt herself getting closer. Her hands were still clutching at Caleb’s thighs, and something about the feel of his tightening, working muscles beneath her hands felt so intimate that she couldn’t let go.
Caleb was huffing out textured sounds that were halfway between grunts and pants, and his eyes were the hungriest things she’d ever seen.
With a look of concentrated effort, he bent his elbows to lower himself again, his mouth finding hers in a clumsy, urgent kiss.
Kelly’s lips were opened. Her tongue in his mouth. And it felt like he was swallowing her whole as her hips built up their rhythm, frantically seeking her release.
Whimpering into his mouth, she felt her fingernails clawing at his thighs, digging into his skin so hard she knew they’d leave marks. Her legs were getting stiff, and her feet were becoming a little numb as her heels dug into his lower back.
But the only thing she cared about was the climax her body desperately needed and the closeness she could feel to Caleb right now.
Finally the urgency of their motion broke the kiss, but it felt like it was continuing as they gazed at each other through every thrust.
When Kelly opened her mouth, a helpless mewling sound came out instead of any words. She was so close. And the building pressure had become as torturous as it was pleasurable.
Caleb reared up again on straightened arms. Drove into her with choppy, primal strokes. “Kelly,” he muttered thickly.
Almost sobbing in need and frustration, Kelly jerked frantically beneath him. “I love you, Caleb,” she gasped, speaking the truth.
“Yes,” Caleb grunted, a sheen of sweat visible on his face. “Come, Kelly. Come.”
Her last word was almost a scream. “Caleb!”
Then her body arched back like a bow. Froze for one more excruciating moment.
Then she was coming. In deep, intense spasms that almost ripped her apart. Her body convulsed helplessly as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her, and she couldn’t help but release a sound that was almost a howl of exquisite relief.
“Fuck,” Caleb ground out, jerking his hips into the ruthless clasp of her inner muscles. “Oh, fuck, Kelly!”
“Yeah,” she was gasping. Had no idea why or how. “Yeah, yeah.” The lingering ripples from her orgasm were delicious, and she kept squirming her hips into his thrusts to ride them out.
With a final spasmodic jerk of his pelvis, Caleb came too, with a muted roar, his face contorting with pleasure before it was washed with a transforming look of satisfaction.
Kelly’s body was so sensitive and precisely attuned that she was sure she could feel each contraction as Caleb released himself in rhythmic pulses of his cock.
Then he collapsed on her, his elbows buckling and his upper body falling down.
She grunted at the sudden weight but managed to move her arms up until she was holding on to his shoulders. Her body was becoming wonderfully relaxed, and she loved the feeling of having a hot, sweaty, gasping man on top of her.
His head had fallen down into the crook between her head and shoulder, and he was pressing kisses against her skin.
She loved that too. She loved everything about the way they’d just been together.
And she desperately prayed he was someone she was allowed to love.
If Caleb was innocent, then all of her lies would eventually come to light, and it would be too much to ever get over. She couldn’t imagine Caleb wanting to stay with her once he found out the truth, but at least she would know that it wasn’t the ultimate betrayal of her father to love him.
If he was guilty…
She couldn’t bear to even think about that, even though she consciously knew it was a possibility. If he was guilty, she and her mother would seek justice—if not in the legal system, then at least through the press, exposing what he had done to the world. Maybe there would be closure in that, but it would also mean that she had betrayed everything she’d ever believed in by letting herself fall for him.
That knowledge was enough to allow her to find the coordination to poke him in the side. “Caleb. You’re getting a little heavy.”
With another lingering groan, he managed to pull himself up.
She felt raw and empty between her legs, so she rubbed her thighs together and curled herself up, but he stretched her out again as he pulled her against him, spooning her from behind.
He didn’t say anything, but it felt like he was waiting for som
ething. So she followed her instinct.
She looked at him over her shoulder and admitted, “I want so much more than your body too.”
Chapter 5
Kelly’s hot cheek was pressed down against a flattened pillow, and her bottom was high in the air.
Her naked body shook from the intensity of her pleasure and from the force of Caleb’s thrusting behind her. His cock was buried in her deeply, and his pelvis pistoned against her ass with increasing urgency.
“Oh, God!” she cried, trying desperately to keep her voice down as consecutive waves of heat and cold slammed into her. “Oh, God, Caleb!”
“You gonna come, baby?” He’d spent a long time on foreplay before positioning her body so he could fuck her hard from behind. She thought he was pretty far gone.
But not as far gone as she was.
“Yeah, yeah, gonna come!” Her hands fisted in the sheet as she squirmed her hips desperately against Caleb’s fast thrusts.
A scream was lodged tightly in her throat, but she held it back—out of instinct, if nothing else.
When the crash of her orgasm hit, she turned her head so she could bury her face in the pillow. Unable to suppress her scream of pleasure and relief, she let it out, muffled by the pillow. Her body convulsed awkwardly in her undignified position, but that only intensified the sensations.
Breathless and weak from her climax, she turned her head to the side as she finally came down. Panting wetly against the pillow, she let her body relax. She was still supported on her folded knees, her bottom in the air and her chest and shoulders against the mattress. Caleb held fistfuls of her ass, and his cock was still deep inside her clinging channel. But he wasn’t thrusting at the moment.
“That sounded like a good one,” he said, his voice hoarse but controlled. With one hand, he released her and reached down to stroke her damp hair away from her heated face.
The caress felt good and Kelly sighed in pleasure. “It was. Amazing. I wasn’t too loud, was I?”
“No. Just loud enough.”
She snorted. “Why do I suspect you’re getting a caveman thrill out of the doggie style?”