Chapter 32
Lauren
I slide my arm around Caleb and take a deep breath, my nose buried in his shirt. We’re in my bed, cuddled together with the window ajar, sharing our warmth under my thick blanket.
I’m trying to sleep, but I’m way too distracted. All of my thoughts circle around Caleb.
How easy it is to spend time with him, how fast he makes my heart beat every time I catch him staring at me, how even during a fight, he never made me doubt that he wants to be with me.
And that this little snowed-in bubble we’re in is going to pop tomorrow. I’m not ready for that.
I don’t want to go back to a world where I don’t get to fall asleep in the same bed as him every night and where we can’t stay in for the whole day to bake cookies or cuddle.
Ugh. Being an adult with responsibilities sucks.
“Can’t sleep?” Caleb mumbles. I nod against his collarbone, the fabric of his shirt soft on my chin.
“Me neither,” he admits, sounding wistful. I glance up at him. For a moment we lay motionless, staring at each other in the dark, the only light in my room coming from a gap in my curtains.
“Okay,” I whisper and scoot up the bed until we lay face to face.
I can barely make out his silhouette. Carefully, I reach into the darkness until I find his face and rest my hand on his cheek.
“That means we can make out.” Before he gets a chance to answer, I lean forward and capture his lips in a kiss.
His scruff is longer than I’m used to, the hairs tickling my skin. I kind of like it. Hopefully, it won’t give me beard burn, though.
I swallow his happy hum and grin against his lips. He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him, cupping my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh.
Fuck, I love his hands on me.
Without breaking the kiss, he reaches for my night light and turns it on, illuminating the room in warm, soft glow.
Slowly, one of his hands makes its way up my body, under the loose shirt I put on for bed.
Caleb breaks the kiss. I sit up to let him pull the shirt over my head and throw it aside.
My breasts are exposed to the freezing room, my nipples tightening, even though his burning gaze is sending heat throughout my body.
“Fuck,” Caleb suddenly curses, and I lift my eyebrow at him. That’s not the reaction I’m used to getting when I take off my shirt.
“We still don’t have condoms.” He groans, his face falling, downright heartbroken. Playfully, I tap a finger against my lips.
“What I’m hearing is, you don’t have any condoms.” A sly grin tugs at my lips. “But if you open the top drawer of my nightstand-” He doesn’t even let me finish the sentence before blindly reaching for it. He rips the top drawer open so forcefully it almost leaps from its hinges.
“Did I ever mention you’re amazing? Breathtaking? Perfect?” He takes one of the foil packets out of the drawer and puts it right next to his pillow.
“Thank you, Lauren,” I say pointedly but soften it with a grin.
“Thank you, Lauren, goddess walking on earth, sunshine in the dark-” as he sings my praises, I reach for the hem of his boxer shorts, motioning for him to take off his shirt.
It takes some maneuvering, but I manage to pull his boxers down and shimmy out of my panties while he pulls off his shirt under the blanket.
Then he cradles my face and captures my lips in a kiss that turns me into pudding in his arms.
“I want to see you,” he mumbles against my lips once he breaks the kiss.
“It’s cold,” I whine and pull the blanket tighter around me. But the way he looks at me with his ocean-blue eyes is sending a zap of heat right to my pussy.
“Alright,” I give in with a pout and let out a deep sigh as I sit up. The cold sends a shiver down my spine and I scrunch my nose as I let the blanket fall from my shoulders.
“Fuck,” he bites his lip, his fingertips digging into my thighs. My nipples tighten when the cold air brushes them, hardening under Caleb’s heated gaze. The intensity in his eyes leaves a hot trail on my skin as he lets his eyes roam over my naked form.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, trailing a path up my thigh with his finger. Goosebumps spread all over my skin as he works his way up my side, then palms my breast, catching my hardened nipple between his fingers. A shiver runs down my spine.
“Okay, time’s over,” I finally announce and reach for the blanket behind me.
“Wait, I have a better idea.” His hand wanders up my body, past my neck and into my hair. Then, he tugs me down on him and turns us around with one swift move.
“Oh, I like it when you manhandle me,” I giggle, tracing a finger over his biceps and squirming under him. Fuck, if I wasn’t horny for him before, I definitely am now.
“That’s good, because I like manhandling you,” he whispers, and softly strokes my cheek with his thumb before capturing my lips in a kiss. “Is that warm enough for you, Your Highness?”
“As long as you stay close,” I draw random patterns over his naked back, grinning when the sensation makes him shudder, “and I love the title. Take this as my petition to make the nickname permanent.”
“Maybe ‘princess’ would be more fitting.” He shakes his head at me, then leans in for a kiss that turns me into a puddle.
“Hmm, I’ll take it.”
My hands roam over his back, his muscles moving under my fingertips as his hands explore my body as if he’s trying to remember every dimple, every inch. He’s savoring it, every sigh he can draw from me, every hitch of my breath when he brushes a sensitive spot.
He loves taking his time, but I’d really like to finally have his cock in me.
“Caleb,” I whine impatiently and dig my fingertips into his side. With my other hand, I reach up, gently pushing his chin until he looks up at me. “I want you.”
Finally, one of his hands traces a curvy path up my thighs and between my legs. A soft sigh falls from my lips as his fingers glide through my folds, carefully massaging my entrance.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, trailing kisses up my neck. I lean my head back, giving him more room.
Before I lose my mind completely, I reach down, palming his thickness and slowly caress him.
“I love how hard you are for me,” I whisper with a wink, stroking him. His fingers keep massaging my entrance, and as he leans down to capture my nipple between his lips, his tongue darts out to tease it. He’s driving me crazy.
Finally, he pushes a finger inside me.
“Yes,” I sigh happily and move against his touch, letting go of his cock to dig my fingertips into his shoulders.
“I adore how ready you are for me,” he mumbles, gazing up at me, his chin resting between my breasts. “Love how mine you are.”
He kisses my skin, then stares at my face with an unreadable expression. His fingers are driving me crazy. That’s probably why I don’t see the mischievous glint in his eyes.
As he pushes a second finger inside me, his thumb finds my clit with ease, and his lips press down hard, sucking on my skin as he picks up the pace.
“Caleb,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair. “A hickey? Seriously?”
“Yes.” He crooks his fingers and suddenly, I see stars. I can’t decide what to focus on — his lips trailing over my breasts, his thumb on my clit or his fingers fucking me closer to my first orgasm of the night.
“If you give me a hickey, I get payback,” I press out, my back arching off the mattress as he hits just the right spot again.
It doesn’t take him long to ruin my sanity, making me writhe under him, moaning his name.
“Wait,” I gasp when a familiar pressure starts to build in my lower body.
“What?” he asks, alarmed, his eyes searching mine. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no.” Blindly, I pat the mattress, trying to find the condom, and when my fingertips finally touch the foil, I hold it in front of his face.
“I just want to come with you inside me.”
“Oh.” He stops, stunned. Then he breaks into a smile, takes the condom out of my grasp and tears the foil open with his teeth. “Yeah, that can absolutely be arranged.”
“Please,” I whisper. Within seconds he has rolled on the condom and captures my lips in a seething kiss that quite literally takes my breath away, as he lines himself up to my entrance.
“Ready?” he mumbles against my lips, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
“Caleb,” I whine. “I’m so fucking ready for you.”
His eyes widen slightly before he leans in. His forehead rests against mine and his breath feathering over my face as he slowly pushes inside me.
My fingertips dig into his back, and I breathe through the pressure, getting used to his cock inside me. Fuck, he feels perfect.
I let out a happy hum when he’s fully inside me.
“Okay?” he asks softly, and I nod.
“You feel so damned good,” I moan, and he pulls back slowly. Too slowly. I’m fucking feral for him. “Caleb. More.”
He thrusts back inside me and picks up a quick rhythm.
“You’re taking me so well,” he mumbles against my neck. I lock my legs around him, moving with him, trying to dominate from below, but he won’t let me. “Love how you can’t get enough of me.” He captures my lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
It doesn’t take long until my orgasm announces itself like a balloon, building up higher and higher, until it bursts. All of a sudden I’m caught in an explosion of pleasure, shock waves rippling through my body and making my moan his name so loudly I fear Nic can hear it all the way to her house.
Even if she could, I wouldn’t give a fuck. Because Caleb is massaging my clit, making me tremble until all that comes out of my mouth is incoherent mumbling.
And I dig my teeth into his neck, right under his ear, then press my lips against his skin and suck.
“What are you doing?” he asks gruffly, not stopping as he fucks me through my orgasm, chasing his own and while keeping me tethered on the edge for another one.
“Payback,” I press out between two shaky breaths, before pressing my lips to the same spot again.
“I’m going to come, princess,” he groans right next to my ear, and I nod fervently, my next orgasm already announcing itself.
His pace picks up, and I dig my fingernails into his back, marking him there too.
“Caleb!” I shout his name as a second orgasm wrecks through me.
He captures my lips, groaning into the kiss. His whole body tenses. When my eyes flutter open, I watch a familiar crease forming between his eyebrows. He breaks the kiss, whispering my name like a prayer as he thrusts inside me slowly, and the condom fills with his cum.
His face is buried against my neck, his body on me like a warm and very heavy blanket. His hot breath is blowing on my skin as I’m trying to catch mine.
An ‘I love you’ tickles on my lips, but I force myself to swallow it down.
It’s too early. Too sudden. Too orgasm-induced. Too high a potential to ruin this perfect moment.
“We definitely need to do that again.” I mumble instead, making his whole body shake with a chuckle.
“Glad to hear you found my performance adequate.”
“So fucking adequate,” I assure him, playfully patting his butt. “I’m giving it a nine out of ten.”
“Only nine?” He rests his chin on my collarbone, looking at me intently.
“Well, I have to leave some room for improvement. This being our first time and all,” I joke, grinning while he slowly pulls out of me. “I can’t give a ten out of ten to just anyone on their first try.”
“Challenge accepted.” He nods solemnly, and I’m not sure whether to admire or fear the sparkle in his eyes. “I’m going to get an eleven out of ten.”
I gulp. That might just send me into another dimension.
Then again, that’s a price I’d be willing to pay to experience it. Because if this was a nine out of ten and he’s that confident, he can get an eleven?
“Can’t wait.”