Chapter 15
“There’s only so much temptation a man can take.” ~ Caleb
Caleb
I should stop. Maya deserves better than me. She deserves a better man.
Except the ‘man’ who told me she deserved better kicked her out of his house when she was eighteen. I knew Maya’s relationship with her parents was bad. But I didn’t question her. She avoided the subject and I let her.
I screwed up. I should have pressured her. I’ve been away for years – away from Maya for years – for nothing.
Maya’s taste of honey fills me and I forget all about the past and the mistakes I’ve made. All I can think of now is my desire for her. A desire I’ve kept leashed for thirteen years. A desire born after our one kiss.
I drag my lips away from hers and pepper kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she breathes out.
“Are you sure? ”
She nods.
I bite her earlobe. “There’s no going back from this.”
“If you’re going to talk the entire time, I want dirty talk.”
“My shy girl wants dirty talk, she’ll get dirty talk.”
Her body shivers against mine. “Oh goodie.”
I chuckle. My bunny never ceases to amuse me.
“Wrap your legs around me.” She doesn’t hesitate. Once her legs are around my waist, I carry her to the bedroom.
“No wall sex?” Maya pouts.
I nip her bottom lip. “I want you in my bed where I can lay you out and sample you like a buffet.”
Her legs tighten around me. “I approve.”
I lay her down on the bed and come down on top of her. “I want to strip you bare.”
Her breath hitches. “I’m not stopping you.”
I kneel between her legs and my thigh protests. I ignore it. My injury is not going to ruin my first time with Maya. I refuse to let it.
“Arms up.”
Her whiskey eyes stare directly into mine as she slowly lifts her arms. My shy girl is a temptress in bed. Duly noted. And appreciated.
She bats her eyelashes. “Now what?”
I grasp the edge of her sweater. “Now I unwrap my present.”
I draw the material up her body, making sure to skim her sides as I go. Goosebumps follow in my wake. I love how responsive she is to me.
I whip the sweater off of her and throw it behind me, leaving Maya in a pink bra and a turquoise bracelet.
I tap the bracelet. “Is this…?”
She smiles. “Yes. I always wear it. I never take it off.”
She wears the bracelet I bought her for her twenty-first birthday nearly a decade ago? More proof I’m a fucking idiot when it comes to Maya. No more. I’m done denying myself.
Starting now. My gaze returns to her pretty pink bra. I trace the lacy edge with my index finger.
“Such a pretty bra. Does the pink match the color of your nipples?”
Her cheeks darken at my question but she doesn’t duck her chin to hide from me. “There’s one way to find out.”
“I do love a challenge.”
I flick the bra open and the material falls out of my way. I want to admire her bare breasts, but I can’t resist touching. I knead and mold the mounds until her nipples form hard points.
“Caleb,” she moans.
“What do you need, Bunny?”
“You. To touch me.”
“Am I not touching you now?”
“Not where I need it,” she pouts.
“You mean this?” I pinch her nipple and she moans. “Or this?” I lean forward and take her breast into my mouth. She writhes beneath me.
“Yes. ”
She threads her hands through my hair and shoves my face closer to her chest. And here I was worried my Maya would be shy in bed.
My cock presses against my zipper and urges me to move things along. I release her nipple and kiss my way down her chest. I reach her jeans and don’t waste any time in unzipping them and shoving them down her legs.
“Shit,” I mutter when I realize she’s still wearing her boots.
Maya gets up on her elbows. “This never happens in romance novels.”
“Do their boots magically disappear?”
She shrugs. Her breasts bounce with the movement and my cock twitches. I need to get a move on before I come in my pants like a freaking teenager.
I unzip Maya’s boots and pull them off. Next, I remove her jeans and socks. She’s completely naked to me now except for a pair of pink panties.
She grasps the edge of the panties and begins to shove them down her legs. I stop her.
“Nuh-uh. I get to remove your clothes.”
“You were taking too long.”
“It’s not my fault your boots didn’t magically disappear like in a romance novel.”
She giggles and the sound hits me in the chest. It spreads warmth through areas of me I didn’t think would ever feel warm again.
Maya doesn’t know it yet, but things have changed. I’m not letting her go. I’m done holding myself back from her .
But first. I’m going to make her come so many times she’ll never want to leave this bed.
I draw her panties down her legs before tapping her thigh. “Widen your legs for me.”
Her lack of hesitation has my cock pulsing. I inhale a deep breath to get myself under control before I lay on the bed in between her legs. I draw my hands up her thighs. Her skin is smooth and unblemished by any scars.
I draw my nose along her lips and inhale her honey scent. I’m fucking addicted to the scent. I pull her lips apart to expose her clit.
I draw circles around it with my tongue and Maya digs her nails into my head. “More.”
“You want me to make you come with my tongue?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
I lick and suck until I figure out what makes Maya squirm. And then I settle in to drive her absolutely mad. I want her riding my face. I want her juices leaking out of her. I want her crazy with desire.
When she wraps her legs around my neck, I smile. I tease her opening with my finger. I inch in and out. Just enough to drive her nuts.
“Caleb,” she growls. “Stop teasing me.”
My cock agrees. It’s done with the teasing. It wants to feel Maya’s wet warmth surrounding it. It wants to bury itself inside Maya until I don’t know where she ends and I begin.
I feel a tingling in my lower back and mutter a swear. I am not coming in my damn jeans. Teasing time is over .
I suck on her clit and plunge two fingers into her pussy. Her walls immediately convulse around me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as she rides out her orgasm.
I continue to thrust in and out of her until she collapses on the bed. I get to my knees.
“Watch me,” I command her.
Her eyes fly open and I lick her juices off of my fingers. Her eyes flare.
“I never thought it was sexy when a man licked his fingers in a book before. I was wrong.”
“There’s something else you’re wrong about.”
“What?”
“When you come, you say my name.”
Her eyes widen. “Are you going to make me come again?”
I smirk. “Hell, yeah, I am.”
“Oh goodie.”
I start to whip my shirt off before I remember. I don’t want Maya to see my scars and injuries. I don’t want her to pity me. It’s bad enough, my thigh is trembling.
She notices my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”
“I forgot to switch the light off.”
She frowns. “But then I won’t be able to see you.”
Exactly.
She sits up. “What’s the problem?”
I glance away. “My body is not a pretty sight.”
She snorts and I scowl .
“Sorry.” She holds up a hand. “But it’s comical how you think your body isn’t a pretty sight when it’s actually absolutely gorgeous.”
“You haven’t seen the scars.”
She lays her palm on my cheek. “Those scars are badges of honor. You got them defending our country. Making it a safe place for me to live. They’re nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not a hero.”
“You are to me.”
I look into her eyes but I don’t note any deception or pity there. She’s serious. But she’ll change her mind when she sees the scars on my body. I don’t want to tarnish her image of me, but the image she has is wrong.
“Switch off the lights. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
I don’t hesitate. I roll off the bed and walk to the door where the light switch is.
“But Caleb,” she calls and I pause, “you’re still a hero.”
I hit the lights before she notices my flinch. I’m not a fucking hero. I’m the furthest thing from it. I should keep my hands stained with the blood of my friend off of Maya but I won’t.
I dig a condom out of my bedside drawer before undressing and joining Maya back on the bed. There’s a little light from the moon outside but I can’t make out Maya’s facial expressions.
Damn. I want to watch her face as I sink into her. Maybe next time I’ll keep my clothes on.
I crawl back on the bed. I blanket Maya with my body. She grasps my shoulders and I grit my teeth. She can’t see me but if she explores my skin with her hands, she’ll discover how damaged I am.
“Hands on the headboard,” I order.
This time she hesitates to follow my order. But I can’t let her touch my body. She’ll feel the scars and have questions. The answers to which will prove I’m no hero. I want to be a hero in her eyes a bit longer.
When she removes her hands from my body, I reward her by notching my cock at her entrance. She wraps her legs around me and I sink into her. She’s tight but I don’t stop until my balls slap her ass.
Damn. She feels good. Better than anyone else I’ve ever had. Good thing I’ve stopped denying myself what I want because I am not letting her go.
She moans. “This is better than any sex in all the books I’ve read.”
“Hell, yeah, it is,” I grumble before retreating.
I’ll show her sex with me is better than a book. I’ll get her addicted to me the way I am to her.