Chapter 20 Emma
Emma
I melted as Caleb’s sure, knowing hands slowly slid down my arms to my waist, my hips.
There was nothing like all those delicious muscles pressed against me, radiating heat into me everywhere we touched, his breath warm on my throat just before he took a nibble, making me shiver and tilt my head, giving him more room.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” His voice was sexy gruff as his hands slid back up again, under the sweatshirt this time. “I thought if I kept my distance, I’d get over how badly I want you.”
His fingertips were just beneath my aching breasts, and I was already nearly panting. “How’s that working?”
His chuckle was low and deep. “There’s no getting over you, Emma.”
I couldn’t breathe. “Sure there is; you just walk away. It’s not that hard.” Plenty of people had done it…
He tipped my face up to his. “With you, it’s hard.”
Since I could feel just how hard he was, I snorted at the double entendre, but he didn’t smile, just leaned in and kissed my shoulder, my chin, my mouth. “Do you know how much I want you?” he whispered.
What happens in the storm stays in the storm. I repeated the mantra as I ground against him. “I’m starting to get an idea, yes.”
He kissed me. And kissed me. He kissed me until I was rocking up into him, desperate for more.
When I slid my hands into the back of his sweats and gripped his perfect ass, he groaned into my mouth.
I dug my fingers in a little, needing more of that delicious friction, and a thrillingly low rumble escaped him, sounding almost like a purr.
Then suddenly we were both tearing at each other’s clothes, no finesse, lots of breathless laughter, trying like hell to get skin to skin.
His lips captured mine again, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip.
“I’ve pictured this so many, many times,” he growled as he left a trail of bites while he headed south from my throat, past my collarbone, the whole time his hand gliding up and down, up and down, touching…
everything, revving me up so that I could hardly draw a breath.
“You make me crazy, Em.”
“Right back at you—” A desperate moan escaped me as his mouth latched onto my nipple at the same time his hand slid between my legs.
His chuckle reverberated against my chest while I clutched his shoulders, his biceps, his back, anything I could reach, loving the feel of his muscles rippling beneath my fingertips.
Then, suddenly, he was off the bed and on his knees before me. “I need to taste you.” His breath curled against my overheated skin.
I raked my fingers through his thick hair, drinking in the image of his broad shoulders covered in dark ink.
I wanted to know what he tasted like, too, what he sounded like when he came apart, how it would feel to share my body with him, and it all made me squirm as the chilly night pebbled goose bumps over my bare skin, puckering my nipples up tight.
Only, I knew it wasn’t the cold air at all but Caleb and his hot mouth working its way south, past my belly button, his big hands sliding up the inside of my thighs, spreading them.
He gave a ragged groan. “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered and rubbed his scruffy jaw gently up one inner thigh, then the other before taking a shockingly slow, thorough lick right up my center.
Crying out, I arched into his touch, head back, fingers tightening in his hair in case he had thoughts about getting away.
Remember, what happens in the storm stays in the storm—
Caleb huffed a rough laugh. “I remember.”
Well, crap, I’d said it out loud. Mindless, I pressed the back of my head against the mattress, scrunching my eyes closed. “Caleb—”
“No, I get it.” He looked up at me from between my legs. “I wouldn’t want a Colburn to fall in love with me either.”
“It’s not that—” I broke off on a full-body shudder as he backed off a little, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the groove of my thigh, a good two inches from where I wanted that talented tongue, so it was a little hard to concentrate on words. “Caleb, it’s not—”
“Shh, Em. It’s okay.” And he certainly made it so, doing wicked things with his knowing mouth and fingers that had me incoherent and rocking up into him for more.
“You make me lose my mind…” he whispered against my damp flesh, in the exact right spot, then gave me a soft, sucking kiss that had me crying out.
Caleb groaned, the sound low and dark, matching the rumbling thunder outside.
I thought he murmured my name in awe, but I couldn’t hear him over the sound of his name being ripped from my throat.
His mouth was knowing and hungry, and pinned in place as I was by his broad shoulders, by the hands gripping my ass, holding me where he wanted, I came hard, losing my mind and possibly my heart and soul.
When I stopped shuddering and found a scrap of awareness, I sat up and reached for him, pushing him until our positions were reversed and he was sprawled on his back.
He closed his eyes. “Em, you don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I ran a hand down his carved chest. His abs twitched, and I smiled. “I really, really want to.” My mouth was watering as I wrapped my fingers around his incredibly impressive—
A honk startled me. And then another, as the sound of trucks, big ones, pulled up outside. Even more startling, night was giving way to dawn, the gunmetal gray of the sky had glimmers of pink and purple to the east.
Swearing, Caleb sat up and looked through the railings to the windows and groaned for an entirely different reason now. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“What is it?”
“My cockblocking brother.”
“Hey, princess,” Ryder yelled. “Rescue’s here.”