Chapter 7
BUTTONS, ZIPPERS, AND CROSSING LINES
CANDYMAN
Fuck me.
I knew she was trouble. I didn’t care. I wanted her.
But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that kissing her would be like touching the fucking stars.
The minute her tongue slides against mine, my entire fucking body is filled with electricity.
Hell, it feels like there are fireworks going off inside me.
I’ve never experienced anything like it before, and I know that I never will again—unless it’s with Izzy. The woman is meant to be mine.
I slide my hand down her pants, deftly releasing the button of her pants as I go.
I use the pressure of my hand to put pressure on the zipper so that it slides down.
When I push her panties to the side and slide the pads of my fingers against the wet, bare lips of her pussy, she moans.
I swallow the sound down, but she pulls away from the kiss, gasping for breath.
“We should stop,” she whispers.
In response, I seek out her clit, massaging it while looking into her hungry green eyes. “You’re soaked. Let me make you feel good, Izzy.”
“Anyone could see.” She’s right. It won’t stop me though.
She might be trying to deny us both right now, but she wants me as much as I want her.
I’m not going to let her run away from it.
I can’t afford to, because this woman holds my future in her hands.
I turn us so her back is against the building.
I drop to my knees, hearing her gasp. “Wha … What are you doing?” she asks, her breathing labored.
At first, I don’t answer. I reach up, slide my fingers between the waistband of her pants and her warm skin.
I grin up at her and yank them down, gathering her panties, too. “Caleb …”
This time her voice sounds less aroused. It’s tinged with a hint of fear. That’s the last thing I want her to feel. I reach up to her hip, sliding my hand down her thigh, hoping my touch calms her. “It’s okay, Isolde. I’m only going to make you feel good. That’s it.”
She looks at me, and something in her eyes makes me feel as if I’m bared completely to her.
I don’t move my gaze from hers. I let her see everything.
She thinks she knows me, and hell, maybe she does.
The thing is, who I was isn’t who I’m going to be with her.
I can’t explain it. I just know that from the moment I saw her, she was it for me.
The only woman I was ever going to let into my heart.
The only woman I could never walk away from.
“Just this once,” she whispers.
I don’t argue. It’s not once, but if I have to use her body to tie her to me, so be it. I’ll make her crave my touch so fucking much that she can’t turn her back on what’s between us.
“Step out of these,” I order, my voice harsh.
She bites down on her lip as she wages an invisible fight between what she wants and what she thinks she should do.
I let her have her moment, letting my thumb brush back and forth against her calf.
It’s only a few seconds—although it fucking feels like hours—before she moves her leg.
I help move her legs out of her pants. “That’s my girl,” I praise.
“If someone catches us, I’ll never hear the end of this and you probably won’t leave here unless you’re in a body bag,” she mutters, making me grin up at her.
“It’s worth the risk,” I answer, confessing the damn truth. Then I take her leg and throw it over my right shoulder as I position myself to easily reach her center. I can already see the slick coating of her juices along the lips of her pussy. My fucking mouth waters.
“I don’t know who’s crazier—me or you.”
There’s no reason for me to respond. I don’t feel crazy.
For the first time in my life, I feel grounded.
This woman settles the emptiness that has clung to me.
I don’t explain that. I know it’d scare the hell out of her.
Instead, I let my fingers dance across her pussy.
The wet heat of her hits me instantly. I hear a groan, and it takes a second for me to even realize it’s me making that noise.
Separating her lips, I slide my fingers against her tender folds.
Looking up, I watch her eyelids flutter, just from this hint of pleasure.
“Tell me you want this, Isolde. Tell me you want me,” I command gruffly. I shouldn’t push my luck, but I need to hear her say it—to admit that she wants me as much as I want her.
“I want you,” she whispers quietly.
I have to strain to hear her.
“You are mine, Isolde,” I growl. She starts to argue, but I don’t give her the chance.
I use my fingers to keep her pussy open and dive in.
I lick her first, gathering her sweet juices on my tongue and letting them destroy my tastebuds for anything but her ever again.
She’s the sweetest dessert—heaven that explodes on my tongue.
As her fingers clench into my hair, and she tries to press me even closer to her drenched cunt, I growl.
I let the sound vibrate against her quivering flesh, then suck on her swollen clit.
I pull on it like a man dying, knowing she’s the only one that can save me.
I keep at her, alternating sucking and licking her clit—encouraged by the broken words of her pleading.
While doing that, I slide two fingers inside her.
Immediately, the velvet walls of her pussy clench around me, trying to suck my fingers in deeper.
“So good,” I hum against her drenched folds while feasting on her.
I steadily fuck her with my fingers, continuing my assault with my mouth.
I can tell by the way her walls quiver that she’s close to coming.
“I can’t,” she gasps, trying to pull her body away from me. I grip her hip, keeping her right where I want her—not allowing her to even think of escaping. “I’m going to come,” she gasps.
“Let go,” I order, increasing the thrust of my fingers. “Come for me, Isolde.” Her body trembles, her walls tightening even more. I suck on her clit again, this time biting down on the swollen nub.
“Caleb!” she cries, as I feel her orgasm flood against my fingers. My face is soaked with her cream and I fucking revel in it.
“I want inside you,” I groan against her pussy, continuing to let her ride out her orgasm on my fingers.
“Caleb …”
My name is a mixture of fear and hunger.
I press a kiss against her still throbbing clit.
“I’m not going to take your virginity against the side of this damn building, baby.
When I do that, I want you on a bed, looking up at me.
I want to watch every second of your orgasm as I claim you completely. ”
“I’m not sure—”
I lick her pussy, causing her to end whatever she was going to say with a moan. I don’t want to hear her denying me any longer. I lean back on my haunches. Staring into her eyes as I lick my fingers clean. “My woman tastes sweet as hell,” I growl quietly.
“Oh God,” Izzy whispers closing her eyes. Fear is coming off her in waves. I know I can’t push her more tonight. The last thing I want is for her to run away from me. I’m going to have to plan a sneak attack on her if I’m going to get her to claim me back.
For that reason—and that reason only—I don’t push my luck. I busy myself by getting her clothes. I take her panties and grin up at her. “These are mine.”
“Caleb …”
I grin and let her watch as I wipe her juices from my face with her thin, red silk panties. “This way I can smell your sweet cunt tonight when my hand is wrapped around my cock and I’m coming to the memory of pleasuring you.”
“I could … I mean …”
I help her step into her pants. Her fingers pressing into my shoulder—as she steadies herself—seems to brand me. I don’t think I could physically give her up now. It’d kill me.
“No, Isolde. Tonight was about your pleasure. That’s all I need right now,” I assure her, stuffing her panties into my pants pocket.
“It’s Izzy. I hate that name.”
“I love it. I also like that I’m probably the only person in the world to call you that.” In response, she rolls her eyes.
“I seriously worry if you’re insane or not,” she grumbles.
“I’m crazy about you. Does that count?” I quip with a grin.
“That has to be the lamest comeback in the history of lame comebacks,” she says shaking her head but still grinning. “I really need to leave now. We're both very lucky no one saw what we did right here.”
“Well, I’d say I don’t give a damn, but I never want anyone seeing your body but me.”
“Caleb, we should talk,” she begins, but I don’t let her finish.
“Where are you parked? I’ll walk you to your vehicle,” I ask as she finishes straightening her clothes.
“You don’t need to. I’m a big girl. Besides, I don’t really know where it is. I figure the garage.”
“You don’t know where you parked?”
She holds up a keyring with one key on it. “I rode with Pez. He needs to stay, so I was going to take his spare vehicle home. He said he’d grab it tomorrow,” she explains.
Fuck, it takes everything I have to contain the jealousy clawing inside me.
I know I can’t let it out. If I do that, she’ll be ready to filet me open.
I’m learning with Izzy that I need to approach her as if she’s a wounded bear that’s poised to rip out your jugular and show it to you right before you die.
My girl can be feral when she feels cornered.
“I’m going to take you home. That way Pez won’t need to fetch his truck.”
“I don’t—”
“Baby, I just had my head buried between your legs. I think you can trust me to take you home. I promise that’s all I’ll do.”
“Fine, it’s not like my parents live far from here anyway,” she grumbles, clearly not happy.
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” I promise.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she laughs.
“Isolde Davis, are you joking with me?”
“How do you know my last name?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You’re BB’s sister. Sometimes his old lady uses it.”
“Oh.”
“Damn, you’re as prickly as a cactus.”
“I need to get home, and your little jabs are ruining my post-orgasm euphoria,” she complains, making me laugh.
“Then, let’s get you home, baby.”
She doesn’t reply, but she also doesn’t pull away when I put my hand on the small of her back.
I’m calling it a win. I take her over to my bike and hop on.
She stands there, looking at me. I imagine she knows what it means when a man puts the woman he just claimed on the back of his bike.
I wait for her to give me shit. Surprisingly, she doesn’t.
She slides onto the back of my bike with the grace of a woman who has been doing it for years.
When she wraps her arms around me and we take off, I let this moment settle down into my soul.
This is it. This is what I’ve always wanted.
My woman on the back of my bike, the wind in my hair, and the taste of her still on my tongue.
Heaven.