“No. I wear them around my place too sometimes.”
He rubs along his hardening length. “Fuuuck, that’s so fucking hot, sweetheart. You wear your packer, too?”
I gulp down the rest of the eggs. “Sometimes, but mostly I just wear them without. I like how it feels.”
He wipes his hands across his face. “I bet you do. How many colors do you have?”
I laugh, surprised at his question. “What?”
“How. Many. Colors. Do. You. Have?” he grits, his eyes darkening. I squirm under his gaze.
“I don’t know. Many.”
“I wanna see them all. I wanna seeyouinall of them.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Good. Now finish your bacon, baby. I wanna kiss the fuck out of you.” He smiles cheekily, and my stomach does a weird flip.
I finish my bacon, and then Caleb crawls up my body, covering me like a soft blanket, and does, in fact, kiss the fuck out of me until I’m a panting, shivering mess.
“You’re so beautiful, K.” I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing those words. I cradle his face, feeling his raspy scruff against my palms. I brush my nose back and forth against his, and his eyelashes flutter against me like small moths batting their wings.
“I love you,” I say, then kiss him, pouring everything that I am into the firm press of my lips against his. It feels so good to tell him how I feel. He hums against me, his weight on top of me just the right amount of perfect.
“I love you,” he mouths, his eyes still closed. “So much.”
I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face, and Caleb bites at my lips, like he’s trying to catch it and swallow it down. “I love your smiles, Kayden. They’re just about my favorite thing in the world. And your lips. They’re so soft. Like ripe peaches.” I close my eyes, letting his voice and his words carry me away. “And your long, slender nose with that cute tilt at the end.” He presses a light kiss against the tip and laughs when I wiggle it. “It’s like this tiny slope I just want to trace with my finger again and again.” And then he does it, traces my nose with his finger, again and again. “And your blush. I want to eat it right off your cheeks, suck it right down, tasting it. I bet it tastes better than summer berries.” And just like that, the blush I’ve always hated because it gives too much away explodes on my skin. He laughs low in his throat, his chest rumbling. “There it is, my pretty pink blush.” He dabs at my cheek with his thumb, then leans in and sucks it into his mouth, laving at it with his tongue. I squirm underneath him, pressing my hardness against his stomach. “I was right. Summer berries.” My front hole throbs, but somehow it doesn’t bother me as much as it usually does.It’s just my body. It’s just my body showing me how much I want another man. How much I want Caleb. It’s just me and him.
He pulls away, and my skin tingles deliciously. When he opens his eyes, he stares back at me like I’m the world’s eighth wonder or something. “And your eyes. So blue. Like the vast blue ocean and the endless sky. I could just drown in them, get lost, only to be found in a way I’ve never been found before.”
“Caleb,” I cry out, pressing my lips against his. He sighs against me, whispering sweet nothings, and I swallow them all down.
He suddenly sobers. “I’ve been a selfish man all my life. I only thought of myself and what I wanted from life, what I could get. The business, women, men. Seeking pleasure where I found it, temporary and shallow. I never thought I’d find someone like you, K. Someone who makes me want to be a better version of myself.”
“You’re already good!” I blurt, because it hurts my heart hearing Caleb say these things about himself.
“I can be better. Iwillbe a better man. Not just for you, because you fucking deserve it, but for myself too.” He pauses, brushing my bangs out of my face. “I will never hurt you. Not intentionally. I will always have your back and fight for you. Fightwithyou. I’ll be yours and only yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
“I want that too. So much. And I believe you because I know you. I know your heart, Caleb.” I blink away the tears that have gathered in my eyes. I don’t want to cry, even if they’re good tears, because they obscure my vision of him. I never want to forget how he looks right now, blanketing my body with his, offering me his heart. I never want to forget how Caleb looks when he’s just realized he’s in love, something I suspect he’s never been before. Something I haven’t either. “Thank you,” I say, and he frowns adorably.
“For what?”
“For letting me see you. All of you.”
“It was easy because you let me see all of you, too.”
“It was easy, too.”
He kisses me again, then rests on top of me until he grows too heavy, and I squirm underneath him. He holds himself up on his elbows, grinning down at me, his hair all mussed. “What do you wanna do today?”
My stomach flutters at his words, like whatever he plans on doing automatically involves me. I want that. I want to be part of his plans today, whatever he does, but Sundays equal family time.
“It’s Sunday. I have lunch later with Mom and Dad.”
His face falls, and he groans, then pouts like I just told him I’m moving to the North Pole.
“But not yet. We still have a little time. What would you be doing if you were alone?”