clutching
at his head.
“What are you…oh!”
“Tasting you, Lottie. I want you to come on my tongue.”
She panted, writhing as he laved her clit, then sucked it
into his mouth. “Men do this?”
Obviously not the men she’d been with. Had they all been
fucktards in bed? Whatever… Corrupting her would be so much fun.
His blood surged at that thought, and he settled supine
between her legs, putting one on each shoulder. Jesus, she was more
intoxicating than a fifth of scotch. His body hummed as he sucked her clit into
his mouth and soaked in her little cries. She thrashed under his mouth and his
hands, totally lost to passion. She was stunning. Her heart might be guarded,
but her body was wide open. Caleb hoped like hell that Carlotta letting him
touch her flesh meant that he was beginning to earn her trust. Maybe after
this, he’d get behind her walls, too—and closer to that heart.
“Caleb…” She arched as she panted his name. Her pussy gushed
for him.
Yes, she was getting close again. He reveled in the sound
and feel of her surrender. His tongue slid up between her slick folds, settling
for a long moment just under her clit. Then he gave her a firm stroke of the
little bud, concentrating on the hard tip that peeked out. Her breathing grew
choppier. She grabbed for him with frantic fingers. Looking up the soft curves
of her body, he lifted his gaze to her face. Their stares locked. Her melted
chocolate eyes on him felt like a jerk of his cock. Damn it to hell, he wanted
inside this woman. He wanted to slide so deep, stay there, and show her that
was where he belonged.
Not once after Amanda had left him had he ever imagined
making another woman his own. He hadn’t wanted to. Now… This one wasn’t getting
away.
“Come for me, baby.”
Her breathing stopped. Her entire body tightened and
stiffened. He drove two fingers in her pussy and quickly found her most
sensitive spot, rubbing in slow, firm circles. She gasped with a long, shocked
intake of air. That spot against his fingers softened. Then her clit turned to
stone under his tongue. And she screamed.
It was the hottest fucking sound he’d ever heard.
Her flavor slid over his tongue. So damn sweet. God, did she
have any idea that he was going to chase her around this house for the next
three days, trying to get his mouth on her pussy? Probably not, but she’d figure
it out fast.
Shudders wracked her, crashing through her system over and
over until her entire body relaxed. Now she was soft and sated. Now she would
welcome him into her body.
Now he was going to stake his claim.
Caleb sat back on his knees and reached for his zipper. “You
look so gorgeous laying there all flushed with your legs spread. Damn, baby…”
“It is immodest.” She tried to sit up.
Gently, he pushed her back down. “Modesty has no place in
bed with us. There’s nothing polite about what I plan to do to you. And I want
you to understand now that I don’t intend to settle for the parts of you that
you want to show me or that you think are nice. Right now, I want to fuck you.
Hard. Then later, I’m going to love you so gently. But you’re not going to hide
or keep any part of your passion from me.”
“Is this not just sex?”
He gritted his teeth. Is that what she thought? Why would he
risk upsetting her or the family dynamic to get laid? “No, it’s not. I’m going
to show you what this is.”
Caleb tore open the snap of his jeans. His zipper hissed in
the veritable silence. Her stare singed him. As he shoved his pants and
boxer-briefs down and took his cock in hand, her eyes widened. She gasped. He
grinned.
His phone rang.
Closing his eyes, he stared at the ceiling. The ringtone was
Hunter’s.
With a snarled curse, he pulled the device from his pocket
and answered it. “What?”
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brought you some help. Kata got called into work for a few hours, so I dragged
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