11. Caleb
Chapter eleven
I was hallucinating. Dreaming. I’d drunk a batch of poisoned whiskey. These were all reasons I had given myself over the last four weeks to explain why I was obsessing over a single night with a woman who I knew nothing about except for her first name.
But that’s not true. I knew more than that. Like the feel of her soft, tanned skin as I ran my palm over it. The taste of coconut on her neck as I pressed my lips against her. The sounds of her gasps and sighs as she accepted the pleasure I offered.
Whilst I know business, I’m not clever or gifted enough to conjure up a goddess like Lex. She had to be real, but if she was, where was she?
Finally. Finally. She’s here.
Standing right in the middle of the crowded dancefloor of my brother’s bar.
White cowboy boots hug her calves, making me salivate. I want to wrap her legs around my head and drown in her sweetness again. I follow those golden thighs upward to a tempting little skirt, a sliver of toned skin at her middle, exposed between the waistband and the hem of her cropped T-shirt.
It makes irrational possession twist my face at the thought of anyone else here witnessing so much of her beautiful body.
That’s my body to drink in, to caress and worship.
My discomfort eases as I get closer and read the words stretched across the fabric.
Cowboy pillows is written across her breasts in invitation.
Well, okay then. Looks like I’m a cowboy tonight.
Her eyes are closed, head thrown back with a freeing smile on her face. As if sensing me, her lashes spring open, revealing grey eyes as they latch onto mine. Her lips part, her rolling hips pause, and her arms slowly drop down to her sides as I continue sauntering towards her.
It’s like an arrow to the heart to be seen by Lex.
Before tonight, I was certain my fixation was only because I didn’t get my fill.
That I had left too quickly the night we were together.
I should have stayed and spent more hours exploring her body, but the connection we shared that night startled me.
I walked away, and the memory of her has lingered unrelentingly ever since.
Flashing like neon lights inside my brain, demanding I find her and correct my mistake of leaving that night.
I can’t describe the satisfaction I felt when my hands ran along the contours of her body.
I didn’t even get to appreciate it in full light, just the soft glow of her lamp as it illuminated her.
A woman like that deserves to be washed in sunlight, lit up like diamonds and worshipped long into the night and even longer into the early mornings.
God, do I want to worship her. Pick me as a sacrifice and lay me at her feet.
The second I’m in her space, that scent of coconut wraps around me, and I’m coated in warmth and peace.
“Hello, Siren.”
“I’m just going to get a drink,” her friend says. I didn’t notice her before; all I cared about was getting to my girl. Lex nods, keeping her eyes on me, and her friend disappears.
“You came back,” I say as I breach the final distance between us. The tips of my shoes meet hers, and my palms land on her delicately curved hips, causing her to gasp and stare at where our skin touches .
My thumbs brush over the exposed skin of her stomach, revelling in the smooth warmth there.
She meets my eyes again. “How do you know I haven’t been here?”
I look away, hiding the guilty smirk on my face. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“You have?”
I nod, the confidence I’m more used to returning with my next words. “Waiting for you.”
I slide my hands around her hips, landing on the small of her back, pulling her into me so our bodies align.
I slowly dance us back and forth, not having it in me to rush with her this time.
I want to savour the feel of her beneath my studious touch, explore the sizzling that graces my fingertips every time they dance over an inch of exposed skin.
Her hands glide up my biceps, running up and over my shoulders to rest there as she leans into my guiding steps, seemingly unbothered that we’re dancing off beat.
I don’t care if we look foolishly out of place, swaying like teenagers at a school dance.
The woman I’ve been fixated on for weeks is standing before me, held tight within my grasp.
“So you haven’t been purposely avoiding this place?” I ask, earning a shy smile as she shakes her head. I can’t describe why that lights me up.
“Just busy working.” She shrugs.
“I can understand that.”
She studies the hunter-green tie tucked into my charcoal vest. “That doesn’t surprise me,” she sasses. “This is the second time we’ve met, in a bar, and you’re wearing a suit.”
I bring her closer to me, bending down to whisper in her ear, “I haven’t always been in the suit when I was around you. In fact”—I nip at her ear, her hands on my neck dig into the skin—“I couldn’t get out of it quick enough last time.”
“So.” I can hear the nerves in her voice as she speaks. “You were hoping to see me again?”
I don’t bother to pull myself away, content to be in her orbit. “Hoping is an understatement.” I take a deep breath and lean my forehead against hers. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. To be honest, it’s been driving me a little insane.”
“Oh, good. So it wasn’t just me, then.”
I pull back, focusing on her glittering grey eyes, the lights ricocheting off the disco ball Gage hooked up for tonight reflecting in them, making it look like they’re truly sparkling.
“You’ve thought of me as well?”
Lex bites the corner of her lip, eyes casting downward as she offers a slight nod.
I don’t know what’s happening inside me, but tingles are shooting up my legs.
There’s a hurricane swirling in my stomach, and I just want to grin like a fool.
I’m not shy around women. I’ve had plenty of experience and zero complaints.
At least not to my face, but still, I’m fairly confident I know what I’m doing.
I could have a dozen women ready for me without even leaving my penthouse.
But Lex seems to drain all that confidence, and I find myself unsure of my next move.
All I know is I want to be closer to her.
I pull her in, banishing the last whisper of distance between us. I dot kisses up the column of her neck, inhaling as I go. Leaving a trail of marks up her neck, I feel her hips begin to roll into me, seeking friction. My breath hitches, my head buzzing at the drugging awareness of her arousal.
“Do you need something, Lex?”
I can feel her breaths getting deeper as my hands roam up and down her back.
The only way we could be closer is if I were buried deep inside her, and while it’s exactly where I want to be, I can’t do that in the middle of the crowded bar.
The devil on my shoulder rubs his hands together in glee.
Or can I? We’re lost within a sea of distracted bodies, and my girl is panting with need.
I shift, dipping down slightly to place a leg between hers, coaxing her to sit on my thigh.
“Let me help you.” She nods against my cheek, my head buried in her hair, arms banded tightly behind her back, so it just looks like we’re lost in our own world, drinking in each other’s affections. Her hands slip down to clutch my shirt sleeves.
“Wait! Someone could see,” she breathes, but she doesn’t let go of my shirt.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let anyone see you like this,” I whisper in her ear. “But if you want to, we’ll stop. I can take you back to my place.”
My place? Before I can overanalyse the offer, her body continues to move against mine, and I decide I don’t care. I’ll take her back to my place so I can do things right this time. Her hot pussy rubs subtly against my thigh where it’s held hostage between her legs.
“Or we can stay right here.” My hands move to her lower back, guiding her body into me. “But I want to hear you say it.”
“I-I—” Her thought ends with a sigh of pleasure.
“I know. I’ve got you.”
She wants it, she just doesn’t know how to ask for it.
Or to be bold enough to take it. I know how she feels.
I’ve never done anything this scandalous in public.
In a bathroom here and there, sure, but in the middle of a dancefloor?
Definitely not. I have a face people recognise.
The entire country knows my name. Knows my family’s name.
But I can’t help the pull Lex has over me.
“I want to hear those moans, Siren. But make sure they’re only for me.” She gives me another nod, fuelled with frantic need. “No one else gets to hear those sweet sounds.”
I’m helpless to stop my own hips from moving with hers. With the way my leg is pinned between hers, it brings her toned thigh up against my raging cock, hitching under my balls with merciless torture .
“Oh, fuck.” I bite into the soft skin where her shoulder and neck meet, and an unexpected whimper falls from my lips.
This woman is dangerous to my sanity, shattering my carefully structured world.
Suddenly, it’s not enough. I crave more. I lift my eyes, taking in the scene. Under the dim lights, no one is paying attention to us.
“Can I touch you, baby?” I whisper.
“You are touching me.” Her rushed words are strained with unreleased tension.
“I want to feel how wet you are for me.” I feel her drag in steadying breaths, no doubt thinking through her next words.
“Okay.” My heart stops for a few beats before I slowly bring a hand around her waist, delighting in every soft stretch of skin as I go, before I travel down her leg.
Twisting my palm, I dive in between our gently gyrating hips to come up under her skirt. It’s an inferno between her thighs and when I meet the scrap of fabric separating me from her delicious pussy, I can already feel how wet she is.
I groan in her ear. “Fuck, Lex, you’re soaking, aren’t you?”
I hook a finger into her panties, brushing the back of my finger over her bare cunt, and they’re instantly coated in the slick silk of her arousal.
My heart thunders in my chest. The level of adrenaline from just touching this woman is insane.
I ease two fingers inside her, curling them and pumping in and out slowly. I’m rewarded with the sweetest moan, and I feel unbridled pride in my chest to be the one to touch her like this.
I continue to thrust my fingers deep and deliberate, the sensation of honey covering me and running down my hand every time I ease them out of her.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about your sweet pussy, Siren. Have you been thinking about me?” She told me she’d been thinking of me, but I’m a glutton for attention. I need to hear again how much I’ve been consuming her mind.
“Too much,” she admits, and the words flip a switch inside of me.
I drive my fingers into her without restraint, a hurried need that only makes me crave losing myself to her body all night long. I don’t want to come up for air, I want to live and breathe in her light.
“I wish you were coming on my cock, baby. But my fingers will have to do.”
Thank God the music is so loud because her eager moans are violent in my ears, making me feel delirious with lust. Her hands dig into my skin through my sleeves, and my eyes roll back in my head at how undone she becomes from my touch.
“Caleb.” My name is a beautiful murmur as she begs, and it forces my hand to push as far as it can possibly go, holding it buried deep towards her belly button and beckoning against the rough patch nestled there.
“Relax for me, baby. Let me have it.” She pushes her body harder into me.
I can feel the shiver of her body against mine. She muffles my name into my neck and hooks her leg hard behind mine. Her thigh rubs against my straining dick, up and down as her body rocks with pleasure.
My body stiffens, balls drawing up as she keeps grinding against me. It feels like a furnace in here, and I’m no longer in control of my body when I feel a blinding pleasure commanding my senses and releasing. I scrunch my eyes closed, biting her neck as I groan through my release.
Fuck, just hearing her finish, knowing it was me who brought her there, made me come in my briefs. This woman will undoubtedly be my undoing.