Epilogue #5
“Right, right. Let’s see…okay, here’s a compelling reason. My brothers are looking forward to walking me down the aisle. Do you really want to deprive them of that special honor?”
“I mean, I am owed a little payback.”
“Caleb,” she groaned.
His low chuckle rumbled through her. “Fine, we won’t elope. But only because I want to see you in this tearjerker dress.”
She smiled at him, suddenly shy. “I hope you love it.”
“I will.” He gave her a dirty grin. “I’m gonna love you out of it even more.”
She laughed and resettled her head on his shoulder. An expectant hush had fallen over the lawn as the huge screen flickered to life and the film’s opening credits began rolling.
As soon as Daniela saw the swishing blond hair and heard the song “Perfect Day” by Hoku, she gasped and bolted upright like the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme. “Oh my God! Legally Blonde!”
Caleb threw back his head and laughed as a wave of laughter roared through the crowd.
Daniela burst into giggles, and as heads swiveled in their direction, she covered her face with her hands and let out a laughing groan.
“Got you good,” Caleb teased smugly.
“You did, damn you,” she choked out between giggles. Apparently their little inside joke wasn’t so “inside” anymore.
When she finally peeked through her fingers, Legally Blonde had been swapped out for the feature film, and everyone was staring at the screen instead of her.
She shook her head at Caleb. “Please tell me no one else knows about my Elle Woods power suit, or the striptease I did for you that night.”
“Well…”
“Caleb!”
Laughing, he pulled her to him and kissed her full on the mouth, deeply, tenderly, fingers cupping her chin while his thumb trailed her jaw. “No, Daniela,” he murmured, “I didn’t tell anyone about your pink suit or the naughty striptease.”
“You better not have,” she warned, but she was smiling now. “Your payback is coming, buddy, just when you least suspect it.”
“Promises, promises,” he taunted, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper that sent molten fire coursing through her. “I can’t wait to get you all to myself tonight.”
“Yeah?” Her voice was breathy. “I can’t wait, either.”
“Good.” His hand slid down to her thigh, tugging at the hem of her slinky dress.
She put her hand over his. “What’re you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m enjoying my wife-to-be and the future mother of my children.”
She shivered at his words, biting her lip as she furtively glanced around. “What if someone sees us?”
“Relax. No one’s paying attention to us. And we’re half hidden by these branches.” His hand slid under her dress, his thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles on her bare thigh. Heat flew through her veins, hardening her nipples into tight points.
“Caleb—”
“Shh, I got you.” He lifted her to sit sideways on his lap. Then he pulled up a corner of the large blanket and spread it over her legs, creating an intimate little tent that concealed his movements in case the branches weren’t enough. “Better?”
“Yes, but—”
“I love you,” he rumbled, staring into her eyes as his finger traced the edge of her silk and lace panties.
“I can’t wait to watch you walk down the aisle to me.
I can’t wait to exchange our vows, to hear us pronounced husband and wife.
I can’t wait to whisk you off to Italy for an un-fucking-forgettable honeymoon.
I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life cherishing you, loving you every which way, making you as ridiculously happy as you’ve made me. ”
“Oh, baby.” Her heart completely melted, and she let out a dreamy little sigh. “I feel the s—” She broke off, moaning as a single thick fingertip stroked her pussy through her panties, setting off a tiny explosion inside her. “Oh God…”
“Still worried someone will see us?” His voice was dark and playful, his thumb teasing the very edge of her dampness.
Her knees pressed together, a feeble attempt to deny him. “They…they could still hear us. Sounds carry.”
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Then be quiet, baby. Or don’t.” His finger circled and rubbed her clit through the delicate silk, a featherlight touch that made her entire body clench.
“Oh,” she breathed, more air than sound.
He slipped his finger beneath the thin barrier, parting her folds, finding her slick entrance. A soft moan escaped her, quickly muffled against his neck as he pushed inside her, filling her, his thumb stroking the ultra sensitive hood of her clit.
“Always so wet for me, angel,” he murmured thickly against her temple. “I can’t believe I get to enjoy this hot little pussy for the rest of my life. I must be the luckiest man in the world.”
Her whimper was barely audible, but in her heightened state of awareness, every peep she made might as well have been a thunderclap.
Circling her hard clit with his thumb, Caleb added a second finger. The sudden fullness, the stretch, made her pussy clench around him. He stroked her once, twice, a tantalizingly rhythmic exploration that sent shocks of pleasure zigzagging to every nerve ending.
“Caleb,” she whimpered, burying her face deeper into his neck, inhaling his familiar wonderful scent before she moaned, “You are so bad.”
He chuckled darkly, a low vibration against her cheek. His fingers curled, hooking inside her, finding that sweet spot he’d made his own from the very beginning. Her body sizzled and her knees spread for him, her hips bucking against his palm.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me take care of you.”
He began sliding his fingers in and out of her, each thrust sending electric sparks up and down her spine.
She could feel her thighs trembling, hear her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body arched into his touch.
He pressed his thumb to her throbbing clit, a double assault that made her head fall back against his shoulder, her eyes closing on a shuddery moan.
Would it always be like this? she wondered dazedly.
Would he always have the power to turn her into this flushed, shivery, liquefied puddle of need?
Would he always know just how and where to touch her to make her detonate? To make her scream?
Cupping the back of her head in his other hand, he leaned down and took her mouth, kissing her long and slow, his tongue licking hers while his fingers continued working their magic.
Her vision dimmed, the fairy lights above them blurring into streaks of white.
Her clit was a burning ember, radiating heat through her entire core.
“More,” she breathed into his kiss. “Please, Caleb. More.”
He obliged her, his fingers delving deeper and then retreating, each thrust perfectly timed to build the delicious pressure.
It was too much, too good, forcing her to drag her mouth away from his to bury her face in his neck.
He stroked her G-spot while the heel of his hand pressed hard on her clit and, holy hell, it felt so freaking fantastic she wanted to sob.
Her pussy contracted around his fingers, gripping him tighter as her orgasm swelled, a hot, insistent climb that had her legs shaking.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she cried out against his neck.
He pulled her even closer, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist as her body began to convulse.
Her hips arched off his lap, twisting wildly against his hand as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming.
The orgasm juddered through her, a white-hot blast that started deep in her core and rocketed outward, making her whole body shake.
She dug her fingers into his shirt as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
He groaned low as her thighs squeezed his hand and her pussy spasmed around his fingers, milking every last bit of pleasure from his touch.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever as his fingers kept pumping, working her sweet spot until she finally sagged against him, boneless, breathless, closing her eyes on a wispy sigh.
Cradling her protectively against his chest, he kissed her forehead, his warm breath stroking her temple and fluttering the curls near her ear.
Across the lawn, the movie’s soundtrack swelled, a dramatic orchestral crescendo that seemed to punctuate her climax.
When her body had stopped trembling and her thighs released their stranglehold on Caleb’s hand, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her and sucked them clean, his erection throbbing against her ass through his tailored black pants.
She couldn’t wait for him to put her through the mattress as soon as they got back to their room.
He shifted, lifting her to straddle him on the blanket. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they pressed their foreheads together, breathing each other in as his eyes burned into hers.
When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly. “I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were special. I fought it like hell, with every fiber of my being. I didn’t want to fall for you, Daniela. But you were inevitable. We were inevitable.”
“We definitely were.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw beneath his sculpted beard as she smiled into his eyes.
“I felt the exact same pull, Caleb. From the moment I walked into your lecture hall and made you smirk, I just knew, for better or worse, you’d change my whole life.
” She grinned. “Thank God it was for the better.”
He laughed huskily and leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft, featherlight kiss that felt like silk. “This is just the beginning, sweetheart. You and me…this thing between us. It’s gonna be glorious.”
“I know.” She smiled at him, her heart full, a profound sense of euphoria settling deep into her bones. “It already is….”