And every nerve ending in my body lights up with sudden déjà vu, remembering how to be alive.
Caleb must see it in my face because I watch the chain reaction darken his eyes a second later, my combustion lighting his.
I leap up and throw my legs around his waist, all but climbing him.
His muscled arms twine underneath my ass.
And then we’re kissing, as mad and unhinged as when we were just fighting moments before.
His teeth bite at my tongue in his mouth and, oh fuck,thisis what I’ve been missing. This wild, obsessive need to be touched by the man I want and?—
—trust.
An alarm bell inside my body—deep, deep in my subconscious where I could never acknowledge it—was always screaming that I couldn’t trust Z. The sex always reflected it.
But with Caleb, my body knows it’s home, and that it’s safe, and that it motherfuckingwants?—
I can’t help wildly grinding against him as he walks us down the hot tub steps into the water, my legs still velcro’d around his waist.
“Fuck me like you still love me,” I whisper in his ear, fingernails digging into his scalp.
He undoes the bikini top I’m wearing and then his hand is below the water, thumb immediately landing on my?—
My head tosses back at the burst of pleasure. His hand is so perfectly skilled at remembering how to touch mejust right.
Then his mouth is on my nipple.
And for once, oh thank God, Caleb Graham is not gentle.
He uses his teeth exactly how I need him to. I drag my fingers down his scalp as pain mixes with pleasure in an intoxicating way.
It’s the perfect potion that only Caleb can give me.
Caleb moves us around the spa and then angles my body so that one of the jets takes over for his thumb, hitting meright thereat my swollen clit. Meanwhile he grabs my ass cheeks underneath my pajama shorts and drags them apart, teasing at my pussy with his thick fingertips.
Moments later, his cock is there, too. Hard and thick.
God this will sound shallow, but I have missed Caleb’scock.
It’s sothick. Guys are always obsessed with length, and don’t get me wrong, Caleb’s got a good seven inches.
But it’s the thickness that made me so obsessed with his body back in the day. The fact that it happened to be attached to the most caring, gentle, loving person I’d ever met?
It only reinforced the narrative in my head that he was too good for me and I didn’t deserve him.
But at this point in my life?
I don’t fucking know what I deserve anymore. I think I’m going todo what I motherfucking wantinstead of being such a Goddamn martyr.
He wants me.
I want him.
Enough time has been stolen from us.
We both reach down at the same time, my hand gripping his shaft and his hand covering mine, possessive, as he feeds his cock underneath the loose leg of my pajama shorts into my already quivering pussy.
He’s not gentle about thrusting home.