Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Alice
Once the kitchen was cleaned up and I could fully relax, Caleb and I settled on his couch to watch a movie.
If asked, I wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone what the movie was about, though.
Not with Caleb’s arms wrapped around me, and his mouth constantly seeking mine.
Every time I thought he might settle in and pay attention to the screen, his lips brushed over mine again.
Slowly, we sank into the cushions, me half on his chest. His broad frame was an addictive mix of steel and comfort beneath me, and I melted further with every kiss.
His hand traced lazy paths along my back, up to my shoulder blades, then down to my waist, as if he was drawing his own map of me. Each pass sent a shiver through me.
He sighed into my hair, his breath warm against my crown.
Fingers curved around my hip, then spread wide, pulling me up his torso to bring our faces level.
He slipped lower, gathering the hem of the flannel I’d stolen from him, making my pulse jump.
With his eyes locked on mine, he eased it upward until his knuckles brushed bare skin.
Then he stilled, his forehead tipped to mine, his breathing uneven. “Is this all right?” he murmured, gruff and gentle at once.
“It is.” I pushed up on his chest, despite his grumbling protest at the sudden space between us, and began unbuttoning the front of my flannel. “I want you to touch me. You don’t have to treat me like I’m glass.”
“I’d never do that.” He reached for my shirt, undoing the last button for me and slipping it down my shoulders. One at a time, he freed me from the sleeves and tossed the shirt away. Still too covered in my long-sleeved T-shirt, I tugged it over my head, leaving me in my bra.
Caleb’s brow dropped, and a growl vibrated his throat. “Allie…”
My lips curved with satisfaction. It was a good bra. White and lacy, pushing my small breasts up like an offering. “Caleb…touch me, honey.”
He moved slowly, giving me every chance to change my mind.
With a low sound in his chest, he shifted, rolling us so I was flat on my back, and braced himself on one elbow beside me.
His free hand skimmed over the curve of my waist, calloused fingertips stroking my belly, a frown of concentration tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I carved my fingers through his hair, tugging gently until he bent for a kiss. The scrape of his jaw against my cheek made my toes curl. I hooked my feet along his long legs, restless for more of him pressed against me.
Caleb was in no hurry. After kissing me until I was breathless, he left my mouth to trail lower, brushing slow, open kisses over my collarbone and the slope of my shoulder. I arched into him as his lips grazed the swell of my chest, heat pooling low in my core.
His hand came up and covered my ribs before sliding to my breast. With excruciating patience, he eased down one cup of my bra then the other, watching me the whole time, making sure I was with him. My breath caught. When I nodded, his thumb swept across my bare skin.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured. “I could look at you all night and not get enough.”
I tugged on his hair again, whispering against his temple, “Look at me, but don’t stop touching me.”
He dragged his thumb over my pebbled nipple then dipped to follow the same path with his mouth, wetting the sensitive flesh. I gasped and arched, my body asking for more.
“Like that?” he asked roughly.
“I really do.”
“See if you like this too.”
Lips closing around my nipple, he sucked.
I clung to his silky hair and moaned, so distracted by what he was doing to my breasts, I didn’t notice him opening my jeans until his hand slipped inside.
His thick fingers stroked along my lower belly then slid down, through my tuft of hair, until he found my cleft.
To my disappointment, he lifted his head from my chest to peer down at me. “There’s a lot more I’d like to do with you, but I need more room to do it. What do you think about moving to my bed?”
My heart climbed up my throat, my answer barely squeezing out past it. “I think that’s a really good idea.” I was nervous, but I meant every word. Not because this was unexplored territory. This was Caleb. Everything with him felt important.
Caleb stole my nerves by kissing me so deeply I lost my thoughts as well as my breath.
Once I was limp and clinging to him, he climbed to his feet, lifted me into his arms, and carried me down the hall into his room, setting me on his king-size bed.
Standing over me, he dragged his eyes along my body like we had all the time in the world—like looking at me this way was as mandatory as touching me.
I reached for him, needing his hands on me again. “Cay, come here.”
His eyes slid up to mine. “Can I take your jeans off?”
Biting down on my bottom lip to stop it from quivering, I nodded. “You can.”
He peeled my jeans down my legs, his knuckles grazing my calves, my ankles, my inner thighs, until the denim was gone, leaving me in nothing but lace and goose bumps. His gaze swept over me again. There was hunger there, but also something so tender, I felt it deep in my chest.
Maybe this was just as important to him.
He lay beside me, his palm tracing the line of my panties, following the delicate waistband across my hip, down the dip of my stomach, and back again, teasing but never rushing.
“You’re so sexy. I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. “Can I take these off too?”
“Please.” I lifted my hips to make it easier.
He slipped off the satin and lace in one slow, smooth motion. Heat flared in my cheeks, but the look in his eyes rid me of any thoughts to hide. Propping himself on one elbow, his other hand splayed on my thigh, he bent low until his lips brushed the inside of my knee.
“Allie,” he murmured, his voice husky with restraint, “I need to taste you. Can I put my mouth on you?”
Oh god did I want that. But I couldn’t have lain there for another second without feeling him too. He was still wearing all his clothes, and my fingers twitched to touch him.
I tugged on his shirt. “Take this off first. I want your skin on mine.”
He cocked his head. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” I gave his shirt another tug, lifting it upward. “Take this off, Cay.”
His mouth hitched at my demand. “Sexy and bossy. You’re showing me all sides of yourself tonight. I like it.”
Reaching back, he yanked his Henley over his head, and I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight of him shirtless.
The breadth of his chest, smattered with fine hair, led to his thick midsection and disappeared in the waistband of his jeans.
Leaning forward, I nuzzled the center of his chest, the light hair tickling my lips.
He held the back of my head as I slid my lips over his small, dark nipples and dragged my teeth along the bottom of his pec.
Raising my eyes to meet his, I undid the top button of his jeans and dropped my hand to graze over the thick bulge behind his zipper.
“More,” I rasped. “I want to see all of you.”
He caught my wrist, holding it firmly. “You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure. I want to see you and put my mouth on you.”
His jaw flexed, warring with himself. With a sigh of defeat and a low curse, he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, kicking them off along with his briefs.
My breath caught at the sight of all of him stretched out before me.
He was a big man, and his cock was in proportion to the rest of him.
Thick and heavy, it strained against the air between us.
Caleb stilled, letting me look, letting me touch. His eyes stayed locked on mine as I wrapped my fingers around him, tentative at first, then bolder as I grew used to his heat and weight. His chest rose and fell unevenly, a tremor running through him as I stroked his length, testing, exploring.
“Allie,” he ground out. “You’re going to undo me before I can give you what I need to.”
I licked my lips, emboldened at the way his breath hitched under my touch. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
He groaned, cupping my face for a rough kiss that left me dazed. Then he pulled back, shaking his head sharply. “No, darlin’. Not yet. I need you on me.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he rolled, lifting me with that same surprising ease, and positioned me so I was straddling his chest. Taking me by the hips, he guided me higher until I was hovering over his face.
“Hold on to the headboard for me,” he ordered in a voice smooth as velvet. “I’m going to make you feel so good. But you need to tell me if there’s something you don’t like.”
“I will,” I promised, already knowing there wasn’t anything this man could do to me I wouldn’t like.
I curled my fingers around the thick wood of his headboard, clutching so tightly my knuckles went white.
He took me by the thighs, wrapping his big hands around them, and held me right where he wanted me.
The first hot stroke of his tongue shattered every single nerve I had left.
My head tipped back, a cry breaking free as pleasure arced through me.
“Caleb—” This was nothing like I’d ever imagined, and I’d thought about this, with him, a lot. It was better, miles and miles above all my fantasies.
He groaned into me and dragged his tongue deeper, tasting me like I was dripping the sweetest nectar. My thighs trembled against his shoulders, my fingers digging into the headboard for dear life, while his mouth worked me open with slow, devastating skill.
My pleasure was a burning pyre, built so tall, it became an out-of-control inferno before I knew it.
I couldn’t stop the high, keening sounds spilling out of me.
My thighs tightened around his head, my hips rocking helplessly against his mouth.
Caleb groaned, the vibration shooting through me, and spread me wider with his strong hands.