I feel my chest rise and fall quickly, a mixture of excitement and anxiety.
Caleb rakes a hand through his hair, then turns to me, his eyes intense.
“Let me stay, Isla,” he says, his voice low. “Let me spend the night with you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
I stare at Caleb in shock.
He wants to spend the night with me.
“I want you,” he says. “I want to put my hands all over you. You don’t even want to know the things I’ve thought about doing to you.”
OH MY GOD.
Caleb puts his hands on my bare arms, and heat shoots through me from his rough, masculine hands grasping my skin.
“As much as I want that—and believe me, I do—that doesn’t matter if it’s not what you want,” he continues. “If you aren’t ready, if you need more time, I more than understand it. Irespectit. And I will wait for you. Because it has to be you, Isla. You’re the only woman I want.”
My heart is beating so fast, I can hear it in my ears. Caleb’s words are full of desire and longing, but also show respect for any boundaries I might have.
It’s the hottest thing I’veeverheard a man say.
“Please let me come up,” he says, his voice low. “We can talk. Mess around. You set the boundaries, and I’ll follow them. I just want more of you, in whatever way you can give me.”
I suck in a breath. His eyes remain locked on mine, his hands gently moving up and down my arms. I keep my gaze fixedon his, taking in all the emotions in those beautiful blue eyes. Respect. Adoration. Desire. Longing.
I hope he sees the same reflected in my own eyes, along with one other thing.
Trust.
“Isla? What are you thinking, sweetheart?”
I don’t hesitate in my answer. “I want you to come upstairs. So I can show you the things I’ve been thinking about doing to you, Caleb.”
I see nothing but heat in his eyes now. Then he pulls me to him, his mouth crushing against mine in a hot, desperate kiss.
I sink my hands into his silken black hair, my tongue warring with his as the boundaries fall away. I trust Caleb. I know we’re going to have sex for the first time, but I also know it’s more than that. Caleb has made it clear that I matter to him. What I feel and think are important to him. That shows me how much he cares—and the care he’s giving me right now?
That’s all I needed to know to set myself free to be with him. And I can’t wait to have sex with this man.
I tear my mouth away from his. “How are we going to sneak you inside?”
Caleb’s lips press a gentle kiss on my collarbone, and I think I’m going to implode in the back seat of this car.
“Caleb,” I say, coiling my fingers in his hair as his lips continue to explore my collarbone. “You need to focus.”
“Trust me, I’m very focused,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “You smell—and taste—so damn good, I could lick every inch of you.” His tongue trails underneath my collarbone now. “And I think I will.”
OH. MY. GOD.
“Caleb, stop,” I groan. “We have to think of a way to get you inside.”
He pops his head up. “Ways to get inside of you? I havelotsof ideas on that.”
The mischievous grin on his face makes me burst out laughing. I take one of my hands out of his hair and use my thumb and index finger to flick him on the forehead. Caleb looks stunned for a moment, and then he laughs so hard, it feels like the sound rolls through me, and I smile in sheer happiness.
“I have two key cards,” I say. “They’re used to access the elevators and my apartment.”