27. Cale #2
Her mouth curls into a slow smile as she steps backward, tugging me along. There’s no way she’s actually moving me, but I push myself up, letting her lead me to the bedroom. She drops her hold on my hand, going to stand in the middle of the room as I shut the door, leaning back against it.
“I want to think about…” she says slowly, fingers dancing along the hem of her shirt, “Us.”
“Us?” I return, crossing my arms over my chest, enjoying the way her eyes trail over my shoulders and arms, her cheeks warming.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly. “Or I just don’t want to think at all.
” My mouth goes dry as she pulls her shirt up and over her head, her dark hair flowing over her bare shoulders.
She’s wearing a simple black bra, her breasts swelling temptingly over the top of the cup, and all the blood in my body surges south.
I inhale sharply as I take her in, my eyes locking on the nervous flutter at the base of her throat.
“Tell me what you want,” I order. “In explicit detail.”
The flush in her cheeks darkens as she flicks open the button of her jeans, the rasp of the zipper loud in the quiet room. “I want you. I want your body on mine. Your hands, your lips. I want you to forget everything else, but how you make me feel.”
It wasn’t what I asked for, but it’s more. I close my eyes, sending up a quick thank you to any higher power that granted this woman the ability of forgiveness. I know what I’ve got, and I’m not going to fumble it again.
“I want that too.” I peel my eyes open just as Melanie tucks her hands into her waistband, shoving the jeans off her hips and down her legs. She kicks them away, popping a hip out and leveling a challenging stare at me.
Her underwear isn’t a matching set; her panties are dark blue with a small bow. I don’t know why the detail sticks out at me, but it makes the moment even sexier because there’s no artifice here. No plan for seduction. Just a woman following her heart.
It’s Melanie, being herself, leaning into her feelings for me.
“You’re beautiful,” I say hoarsely. “You know that?”
She slides a finger under the strap of her bra, slowly sliding it down her shoulder, giving me a teasing look. “Your expression is pretty convincing.”
I press my back against the hard surface of the door, my palms itching to grab a hold of her. My dick is painfully hard, reminding me with every heartbeat how long it’s been since I held this woman in my arms. She lowers the other strap, leaving her shoulders temptingly bare.
“Take it off,” I tell her, my voice more a plea than anything else, feeling like I’ve quickly lost control of the situation. “Show me, baby.”
Melanie sinks her teeth into her lower lip, reaching back and undoing the clasp of her bra. Before it can fall, though, her hands are back and holding it in place.
“I don’t know,” she murmurs. “Maybe we should wait.”
“We wait any longer, and I’m likely to combust,” I warn her.
“Been missing you for months, darlin’. I can’t let myself think about how long you were living beside me, never knowing what you would come to mean to me.
I can’t think about how you almost slipped through my fingers, just when you made everything good. ”
Melanie sucks in a breath, her chin dipping to hide her expression.
A moment passes before she looks at me, her eyes wet.
Her smile is trembling before she drops her hands, letting the material fall to the ground.
Her breasts are just as I remember; perfect handfuls of pale, soft skin and rosy nipples, already pebbled and tight.
“Well, what are you waiting for now, then?”
I let out a bark of laughter, shoving off the door, closing the distance between us in two large steps, yanking her into my arms. She lets out a gasp, and I swallow the sound down, my hands running over her body, cupping her ass, gripping her hip, grinding her softness against my erection.
“Cale—” She tries to pull her mouth away from mine, but I tangle a hand in her hair, holding her tight, angling her head just the way I need her as my tongue fucks into her mouth, sliding against hers.
She sinks her teeth into my lower lip, and I growl, digging my fingertips into the crease where her ass meets her thigh, pulling her leg up and hooking it around my hip, giving myself the perfect angle to grind my cock against her pussy, only her panties and my clothing separating us.
When I pull back, her eyes are hooded, the black stealing all the color as she watches me. “Take your shirt off.” It’s nothing short of a demand, but one I’m happy to oblige.
I grin wickedly. “As the lady commands.” I drop her leg, stepping back and yanking my shirt over my head, going a little further and kicking my pants, leaving me in just black boxer briefs.
She shakes her head. “Get rid of those, too.”
“I’ll show you yours if you show me mine.”
Her brow knits in confusion. “That’s not how the saying goes.”
I cup my dick. “You saying this isn’t yours?
” I step toward her, my hand going between her legs, groaning when I cup her pussy, the fabric of her panties damp with her arousal.
“Because this sure as fuck is mine.” I don’t give her a chance to respond, sliding my fingers under the edge of the cotton and straight inside her.
“Yeah, you know that, don’t you? You know that this belongs to me.
” I pump my fingers in and out, feeling the way her inner walls flutter around me. “So wet for me, darlin’.”
Melanie’s hands land on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she writhes against my hand, grinding her clit against my palm.
I take a step, forcing her backward, and then another until the backs of her legs crash into the bed.
I pull my hand free and push her down onto the mattress, yanking her panties down her legs and throwing them to the floor.
She stretches her hands above her head, her chest heaving with each breath, watching as I press my hands to her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy is pink and perfect, glistening with her arousal. I drop to my knees, grabbing her hips to drag her to the edge of the bed.
“Feet on my shoulders,” I urge, and that’s the only warning she gets before I press my mouth to her, devouring her.
I drink down every ounce of her wetness, sliding my tongue through her slit, pressing it deep into her tight channel.
Mel’s legs tremble as she reaches down, tangling her hands into my hair, holding me in place as she grinds against my face.
I move my attention to her clit, stroking it with my tongue, the touch light and teasing. Melanie arches her back, one of her hands leaving my head to clamp over her mouth, muffling her cry.
I nip her playfully. “Mm, you close, baby?”
“Fingers,” she gasps. “Give me your fingers.”
I smile against her, sliding the tip of one finger inside her, pulsing it in and out teasingly. “Like this?”
She leans up on her elbows, glaring at me. “No.”
“Oh…” A second finger joins the first, and I press them inside her slowly, twisting my wrist, crooking them to rub the pads against her inner walls. “What about this?”
A quiet keening sound leaves Melanie as she tips her head back, exposing the lines of her throat, and I drive my fingers in deeper, harder, flattening my tongue against her clit. This time, I don’t stop, driving her higher until she cries out, clenching down on my fingers.
When she melts into the bed, I crawl up her body, covering her mouth with mine, our tongues dueling as she wraps her arms and legs around me, clinging to me.
“We need soundproofing,” I say when I pull back. “Or a bigger house.”
Melanie’s eyes flare, her swollen lips curving. “We’re just making things official, and you’re already moving us in together?”
I give her a tender smile. “I’m not wasting any more time, darlin’. I already know everything I need to.”
Mel’s tongue swipes out over her lips, heat flaring in her eyes.
I wonder if it’s because she can still taste herself, mingled with the taste of me, or if she simply likes the idea of a future together.
She watches me, swallowing hard. Her desire to agree with me battling with her fear of history repeating itself is visible on her face.
“We’ll talk about it later.”
I nuzzle my cheek against hers. “Sure. It won’t change anything.”
“Cale—”
“I know you’re scared, Mel. You’ve been hurt before, your trust broken by the one man who should have always kept your heart safe.
I’m not him, and you’re not going to hold his failures, his mistakes, against me, yeah?
We’re building something real and lasting here, which means you’re all in with me. ”
Her eyes bounce between mine, the corners softening. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
She melts at those words, one of her heels digging into my ass. “You gonna finish what you started now?”
I grind my dick against her, feeling the wetness of her pussy drenching the cotton of my boxers.
“I want to fuck you so deeply that every doubt in your head is pushed out. I want to make it so you never forget who you belong to or that you’re loved.
” She freezes under me, and I chuckle. “Yeah, darlin’, that’s about what I expected.
So, no, I’m not fucking you tonight. Instead, we’re going to crawl into bed, and I’m going to hold you until we fall asleep. ”
Her lip pushes out into a pout. “I don’t know how I feel about that.”
I lean down, pressing another lingering kiss to her mouth. “After months of missing you, I can’t think of anything better.”