Chapter 18
Daniela woke sometime later and blinked in the quiet stillness of her bedroom. For a moment she felt groggy and disoriented. And then, all at once, she became aware of the solid warmth of a body beside her.
A male body.
Her heart thudded. She sat up quickly, staring down in shocked disbelief at the man sleeping next to her.
How had Caleb Thorne wound up in her bed?
The last thing she remembered was inviting him to watch a movie with her, and being secretly thrilled when he agreed.
She didn’t remember falling asleep, and she definitely didn’t remember luring Caleb into her bedroom.
A buttery shaft of light from the living room illuminated him, his breathing deep and even.
The hard angles of his face were softened in sleep, his thick black lashes fanning out in perfect formation from his closed eyelids.
One arm was folded behind his head, the other draped across his flat, hard stomach.
One long leg hung off the edge of her bed, as if he couldn’t decide whether to stay or go.
She glanced toward the bedside clock. It was 2:17 a.m.
He’d stayed this long, she reasoned. No sense in sending him home now.
Slowly, so as not to awaken him, she eased from under the covers and crawled toward the end of the bed. She unlaced one of Caleb’s big leather boots and carefully removed it, along with his sock. His foot was long and masculine with short, clean toenails and a sprinkling of black hair on top.
Her mouth ran dry. Even the man’s feet were hella sexy.
Reaching over the side of the bed, she lifted his other foot and began to work the laces free.
When she’d finished her task, she looked over her shoulder—and found her guest awake and watching her intently.
Her nerve endings tingled with awareness as she stared into his midnight eyes, his lids at half-mast. “I was just, um, making you more comfortable,” she murmured. “It’s late. I figured you might as well spend the night.”
“You figured, huh?” His deep, sleep-roughened voice did dangerous things to her pulse.
She nodded, her tongue snaking out nervously to wet her lips. “Only if you want to stay, of course.”
Slowly, keeping her trapped in the heat of his focused gaze, Caleb eased himself into a sitting position, resting his back against the headboard. “Come here,” he said, a low, husky command that sent a shiver through her.
She crawled over to him, and without a single word he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her smoothly onto his lap. Liquid heat flooded her core as she straddled his hard thighs, finally getting her lustful wish.
As she watched in breathless fascination, he leaned in close to her.
It was absolutely exhilarating the way he asked permission with only his eyes, and by bringing his lips just inches from hers.
She’d never known such a heightened sense of anticipation as when they stared into each other’s eyes, their mouths separated by a mere heartbeat.
“I might be contagious,” Daniela whispered, her pulse racing as he sank his hands into the thick tangle of her curls.
“I’ll take my chances,” he muttered softly before crushing his lips to hers.
Heat sizzled through her veins with the force of a lightning strike, igniting every nerve ending in her body.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened hungrily to him.
The tip of his tongue played inside her mouth in hot, sensual sweeps that explored the edges of her teeth and the hollow of her cheeks.
He kissed her slowly, deeply and seductively, until a quivery moan rose in her throat and her thighs shook against his.
The man clearly enjoyed kissing and, God, he was so good at it. Could he possibly be any more perfect?
“Caleb…” Her heart hammered wildly as his mouth slid along the arch of her throat, trailing a simmering pathway of pulsing nerves. She trembled when his lips moved to her ear, his marauding tongue tracing the sensitive shell until she melted into a puddle of mindless sensation.
Murmuring a husky endearment, he reached between their bodies, untied her robe and slowly dragged it off her shoulders.
The brush of his warm, callused fingers against her bare skin made her shiver convulsively.
She couldn’t breathe deeply enough or fast enough, her lungs working overtime to draw more oxygen as he tugged her skimpy tank top over her head and impatiently tossed it aside, then paused to stare at what he’d revealed.
She watched him take in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the fullness of her breasts, the puckered tips of her dark nipples.
“So fucking beautiful,” he uttered raggedly before lowering his head.
When he pulled her nipple into the hot silk of his mouth, her blood turned to pure liquid fire.
She arched backward as he flicked his tongue against the tight peak and circled it before sucking hard, wringing a hoarse cry from her throat.
“God, Daniela,” he groaned, as if he were in pain. She could feel the press of his hot, hard cock through her shorts, and she couldn’t help grinding against him.
He groaned again, deep in his throat, her nipple slipping free of his mouth. “I need you, baby. Need you so damn much.”
“Then take me,” she whispered, half challenge, half plea.
A low, guttural growl escaped him. And then they were undressing each other quickly, almost frantically, as if any parting of their bodies was too long to be separated.
They came back together, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, kissing and holding each other like their very survival depended on never letting go.
Daniela’s head was still spinning when Caleb lowered her to the bed and palmed her thighs apart. Before she could take her next breath, he bent down and pressed his open mouth against her bikini-waxed pussy. She gasped his name, her head dropping back and her body bowing off the bed.
“Fuck, you taste incredible.” He swiped his long tongue along her slit, causing her to grab fistfuls of the sheet. Watching her face, he used his thumbs to spread her lips open, licking the tender inner flesh and making her writhe against his mouth.
With a low rumble that vibrated through her belly, he slung her legs over his broad shoulders, giving him deeper access as he sucked her clit and licked her folds, drinking her in, swallowing her up.
The wet heat of his mouth, coupled with the soft rasp of his beard, had her thighs quivering and her nipples tightening almost to the point of pain.
She moaned deliriously and forked her fingers through his short hair, watching his tongue dip inside her, in and out, swirling and feeding.
He devoured her as if she was the last meal he’d ever eat, the last supper of a condemned man.
She came so hard she lost her breath, gushing like a waterfall and making him groan as he lapped up every drop.
Her body was still quaking in the grip of her mind-boggling orgasm when he lifted his head, his lips slick with her juices, beard glistening. The way he looked—so sexy and male, so wickedly carnal—sent another punch of arousal through her.
He sat back and pulled her up so their chests were pressed together. Then he kissed her, openmouthed and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She moaned in satisfaction before breaking the kiss to whisper, “My turn.”
Flattening both palms against the powerful slabs of his pecs, Daniela shoved him back on the bed and straddled him, reveling in his aroused hiss.
Slowly, seductively, she kissed her way down the length of his body, over the corded muscles of his shoulders and the sculpted ridges of his chest, loving the warmth of smooth male skin that felt like granite wrapped in velvet.
His body was a mouthwatering revelation, an absolute marvel to behold.
When she reached his long thick cock, the wide crown slick with precum, she wrapped her hand around him and lifted her lashes to meet the burning ferocity in his eyes. Holding his gaze, she slowly licked up the side of his shaft and around the head.
He inhaled a harsh breath, his jaw clenching tight as he fisted his hand in her hair.
Heady with her newfound power, Daniela closed her lips around his head and sucked hard, enjoying the ripples of lust that ran through his stomach and thighs, his grip tightening on her hair.
She opened wide to take him even deeper, until he hit the back of her throat and warm precum bathed her taste buds.
Humming her delight, she licked him from base to tip, her tongue following the thick vein down his length.
He groaned deep in his chest, a primal sound of pleasure that caused sweet pressure to coil in her belly.
She licked her way down to his swollen sac and sucked the loose skin, making him hiss and jerk.
She kneaded and sucked his balls, feeling them pulse against her tongue before she kissed her way back up his shaft and took him down her throat, stretching her lips around his girth and vigorously bobbing her head back and forth.
“No more,” he growled hoarsely, tugging on her hair. She released him with a pop that made him groan again before he sat up, reached for his wallet on the nightstand and removed a foil-wrapped condom, tearing open the packet with his teeth.
“Let me,” Daniela whispered, taking the condom from his inked hand. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as she sheathed him, provocatively smoothing the ribbed latex over his big cock and squeezing the tip as she purred, “I have an IUD, so next time I don’t want anything between us.”
She’d barely finished speaking before he grabbed the back of her head and brought her mouth down to his for another hot, tongue-tangling kiss.
Daniela kissed him back, shivering as he bit and sucked her lower lip.
She could feel the pressure inside her building into a throbbing ache of need—a need only he had the power to satisfy.