And I can already feel that he’s not only hard, buthuge.
I sink my hands into his hair, gripping it tightly. Caleb presses up against me, all lean, strong, powerful muscle.
“You’re so hot,” he manages to say between desperate kisses. “So beautiful.”
I revel in his words, feeling sexy and powerful from the way he sees me.
And emboldened by the way he’s so desperate to have me.
His hand moves down to my ass, giving it a squeeze, and I moan in response to the sensation of feeling his large hand cupping my bottom. Then I break the kiss and move my lips down his neck. His glorious, muscular, powerful neck built by g-forces and heavy resistance training. I flick my tongue over it, and he shudders as I taste him.
“I love your neck,” I say, moving one of my hands so I can stroke it. “I can’t get enough of these muscles.”
I can feel his pulse is pounding against my fingertips. I lift my fingers and put my mouth there, kissing him. Licking him. Sucking on him and letting my teeth graze across his skin, which elicits a deep groan of pleasure from Caleb’s throat that vibrates right through me.
“Christ, Isla,” he groans, his voice shaking as his hands grasp onto my hipbones. “You feelsogood.”
His mouth reclaims mine with another warring, tangling kiss. I’m still pressed against the door, but I need to feel his skin against mine. But before I can tug at the bottom of his T-shirt, one of his hands moves between my back and the door, his fingers unhooking my bra. He tears it away, throwing it onto the floor, and then Caleb’s mouth is on my breast.
“Oh God, yes,” I pant, sinking my fingernails into his sculpted shoulders.
“I love the taste of you,” he murmurs as his mouth moves to my other breast. “Your scent. I’m obsessed with everything about you.”
I groan as his tongue flicks over my breast. My whole body responds to every lick, every kiss, every touch. I’m hot. Tight. Needy. I move my hands down his arms, once again feeling how sculpted his body is, and then he lifts his head, capturing my lips again as one hand moves between us. His fingertips skim over the lace on my panties, and I gasp from the sensation.
“Tell me you want me to touch you. I want to hear you say it,” Caleb demands, his breath hot against my lips as he removes his hand. “Say it for me.”
OH MY.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please touch me, Caleb. Please.”
I swear I will fall apart if he doesn’t touch me right there. I’m already throbbing and aching, and if he doesn’t touch me, I’m going to be in sheer agony.
Caleb slides his hand between us, cupping me and causing a shudder to rip through my body. “You’re ready for me,” he whispers, kissing me.
I have never been so desperate for sex in my entire life. “I want you,” I say.
Caleb moves so both of his hands are around my back, and then he swiftly carries me away from the door, kissing me as he moves through the apartment. He puts me down on the bed. Then he straddles me, stripping off his T-shirt and casting it aside. He pins my hands over my head and kisses me over and over again, his tongue tangling with mine, at points drawing my lower lip between his teeth and causing me to burn hot from that sensual move.
My God, the man likes kissing!
Lucky me,I think in amazement.Lucky, lucky me because I love kissing, too.
I especially love kissing this man.
Caleb releases me, and one hand travels down my stomach, gliding along my skin. He groans in pleasure. “You’re sosoft. I love touching your skin. I could do this for hours.”
I quiver beneath him. I have my hands wrapped around his biceps, feeling the heat of his skin and staring at the glorious veins running through his arms. Then I cast my gaze to his torso, and I watch his abdominal muscles contract as he touches me.
His hand dips lower. I suck in a breath of anticipation.
“I want you to shatter for me,” Caleb commands.
“Yes,” I pant.
Shit, I’m already panting, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet. I think I might die when he does.
It will be a fabulous death if I do die from his touch.