Текст книги "Sweet the Sin "
Автор книги: Claire Kent
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“Oh, just shut up. It’s none of your business who I got involved with. Just let it go.”
He didn’t respond, knowing she was really annoyed now, so the conversation would be fruitless, but he was worried in an entirely new way. Some wannabe gangster from Atlantic City would be one thing. A Russian or Albanian would be something entirely different. The stakes would be much, much higher.
He was mulling over this new avenue of investigation when she shifted beside him, stroking his bare belly with her hand. “Sorry,” she murmured.
“Don’t be. It’s fine.”
“I know you’re just trying to help, and I don’t want to sound ungrateful. But it’s my mess.”
“I know you don’t like to depend on other people, but sometimes we can’t get out of our own messes without help.”
She gave a loud sigh. “I know.”
They lay in silence for several minutes. She started to stroke his chest and belly again, and he couldn’t help but like the feel of it.
Finally, she said, “I should probably start figuring out what I’m going to do with my life now. I can’t stay here with you much longer.”
He tensed involuntarily, for just a moment. “Why not? I’ve told you that you can stay for as long as you need.”
“I’m not your mistress, you know.”
“Damn it, Kelly,” Caleb snapped, responding to a surge of resentment and—very strangely—defensiveness. “Of course you’re not my mistress. You’re staying here because you’re in danger, and we just happen to be having sex.” He wasn’t sure why he was reacting this way. It wasn’t like him at all.
It must have to do with how vulnerable he’d felt a few minutes ago.
“You’re supporting me, and I’m fucking you. You go to work, and I lie around here all day. It feels like being a mistress to me.”
“You are under no obligation to fuck me. I’m not going to kick you out if you’ve gotten bored with it. The sex is not the reason I’m letting you stay.”
It was part of the reason—he had to admit to himself. He found it unlikely that he would be this interested in her, this invested in her, if they hadn’t been having sex, if the sex hadn’t been some of the best he’d had in a long time. But he was bothered by the implications of her words.
She asked, “So why are you letting me stay? This situation is kind of crazy, you know. We were strangers two weeks ago, and all of a sudden I’m living with you and sleeping with you. It makes me feel—weird.”
Caleb had no idea she’d been feeling this way, and he didn’t like things that he didn’t know. “So, we won’t fuck anymore,” he said tensely.
Kelly groaned. “Would you stop it? I’m not saying I don’t want to fuck you anymore. You must know how—how much I enjoy it. But I don’t like to feel dependent, and that’s how I feel with you.”
He was silent for a long time, recognizing that he liked her being dependent on him. He liked that, right now, he was the only person in the world she was relying on. What that said about him, he didn’t really know.
“So what are you planning to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“I can understand why you might not want to live with me indefinitely—and honestly, I can’t keep staying here myself. It’s becoming inconvenient for me to keep commuting to the city every day for work. But surely you don’t expect me to just let you walk away, when you have no resources.”
Kelly tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let her. So she grumbled, “I never said I didn’t have any resources. I’m hardly destitute. I can hire help if I need it. I can take care of myself.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Leave. Tomorrow morning, if you want. And take care of yourself.”
“Is that what you want? Me to leave?”
He let out a brief, frustrated exclamation. “No. Damn it, Kelly. Haven’t I just said so? I want to help you. I don’t want you to leave.”
It was true, but he couldn’t believe he’d just admitted it out loud.
The words seemed to have a good effect, though. She sighed deeply and was silent for a long time. She pressed herself up beside him again, burrowing under the crook of his arm. “All right. I’ll stay a little while longer, just because I feel a lot safer with you. But I’m not going to just let you support me. I’ll start figuring things out.”
“You can pay me rent, if it makes you feel better.” He intentionally made his tone very dry.
He was rewarded with a little laugh. “Thanks. I might take you up on that.”
–
Mid-morning on Saturday, Caleb found Kelly on the patio, drinking coffee and drawing something on a sketchpad.
“What are you drawing?” he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of it.
She gave a little twitch, since he’d obviously surprised her, and she ducked the pad away from his view. “None of your business.”
He frowned, but such a small secret felt too petty to pursue. “I’m taking Ralph to the park. Do you want to come?”
Closing her sketchpad, she stood up with a smile.
“Yes. I’d love to. I was wondering why…”
“You were wondering why what?”
She gave a pretty little shrug. “Do you take him there a lot? I’ve been wondering why you took him to the park in the first place, since your place here is so big and there’s plenty of space to run.”
“We usually go every Saturday, although I’ve missed the last couple of weeks. I’ll show you why.” He jangled the lead he held in his hand and called out, “Park!”
A couple of seconds later, Ralph was bounding toward them at full speed. Kelly laughed as the dog skidded to a stop, nearly plowing into Caleb’s legs.
“I have no idea why, but playing around here doesn’t come close to going to the park for him. It’s his favorite thing in the world. You should hear him crying as we get close to it in the car.” He felt a strange sort of pleased pride as Kelly laughed again and leaned down to pet the dog, obviously very fond of the animal.
When she straightened up, she said, “I’m going to bring my sketchpad. Maybe I’ll work on a drawing of him.”
“Sounds good to me.” He slanted her a teasing look. “It’s about time you started working for your keep around here.”
She gave him a little push against the arm, clearly not offended. He was sure she’d been serious about not living off of him indefinitely, but it was nice that she wasn’t too uptight about it.
They drove to the park, with Ralph whimpering louder and louder as they approached, until Kelly hushed him and told the dog he should be more like his owner and act cool and collected about things he was excited about.
When they arrived, Ralph ran ahead with his Frisbee to the corner near the woods where Caleb always took him. He and Kelly walked more slowly in a pleasant kind of silence.
He had never brought a woman to the park with him before. It had been a weekly ritual for a long time, and part of the pleasure for him was that he went alone, with only his dog. But he didn’t regret bringing Kelly.
She was walking beside him, looking around, smiling at Ralph whenever she focused on the dog, who was now running circles in pure joie de vivre.
Another woman would have moved closer to him, tried to deepen the connection between them, taken his hand as some sort of claim to their closeness.
Kelly didn’t, though. She did nothing to get nearer to him, even in a casual way.
For some reason, he kept noticing it.
When he edged toward her as they walked, she edged the other way to keep the same distance. It didn’t seem to be purposeful. It was completely unconscious—like her instinct was to pull away rather than move close.
As an experiment, he reached over to take her hand in his as they walked.
She gave him a quick, startled glance, but then smiled and didn’t pull her hand out of his grasp.
After a minute, though, when they had to move around a family sitting on a blanket in the grass, she slipped her hand away. She was so elusive. It was puzzling and tantalizing, both. All his life, women had done anything they could to get closer to him, use any opportunity to evoke soft feelings. Kelly was obviously attracted to Caleb, and it was apparent she liked him and wanted to be around him. But there was part of her that kept holding him at a distance.
Maybe he was hopelessly contrary, but it made him want to tighten his grip.
“Let’s stop here,” she said, when they started getting closer to the edge of the woods. “This is good, isn’t it?”
“We always go a little farther.” Caleb gestured toward Ralph, who had planted himself in their normal location.
She took a strange little breath and smiled as they moved toward the dog, closer to the woods.
While Caleb threw the Frisbee for Ralph, Kelly found a large rock and settled herself on the grass, leaning back against it as she sketched the dog.
It was like any other Saturday morning in the park, except it was a little better because Kelly was there to meet his smile or laugh or call out a teasing comment.
He enjoyed himself so much that it startled him.
After a while, he walked over to where Kelly was sitting. She gazed up at him as he approached, her fair face radiant in the morning light. She looked fresh and golden, like a blossom in the sun.
His breath actually hitched in his throat.
“Do you want to take a little walk?” he asked, instinctively shifting the moment to something more familiar. Sex. He reached his hand down toward her and nodded toward the woods. “We could revisit the scene.”
She obviously picked up on the seductiveness in his tone, but a strange expression flickered on her face as she glanced back toward the woods. “I don’t think so. I’m still working on Ralph.”
Her response was so unexpected that Caleb felt compelled to follow it up. He lowered himself to sit beside her on the grass, looking over at the sketch—which was very well done and almost complete. “Maybe we can revisit the scene when you’re done.”
She didn’t answer, focusing instead on the page.
He drew his brows together. Her cheeks had paled a little. Even though her expression was perfectly natural, something underlying it was almost skittish. “You did enjoy that first time, didn’t you?”
Her eyes shot up to his face. “Of course I did. You know very well that I did.”
He relaxed a tension he hadn’t been aware of before. “That’s what I thought. But it seems like something is bothering you about going back there.”
Putting down the sketchpad, she gave him a resigned look. “Yeah. I’m sorry. It wasn’t the sex at all. It’s just that—that I don’t like the woods.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t like the woods. Any woods. They make me nervous.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” With a sheepish smile, she leaned back against the boulder. “It sounds stupid, I’m sure, but it’s just this weird fear I have.”
“Did something happen in the woods, to make you scared of them?” His mind was mulling over this new piece of the puzzle that was Kelly, and he couldn’t help but be pleased by the information, since she so seldom talked about herself.
“No. I was just always scared of them as a kid, and the fear never went away. Kids are scared of all kinds of silly things.” She reached over to rub his chest. “What were you scared of when you were little?”
He thought about the question, staring out into the distance for several moments. With a little intake of breath, he turned back to her and admitted, “I can’t even remember.”
She snorted. “Right. You’re just pretending to be all fearless and manly. But I’m sure you were scared of something. But, even as a boy, I bet you didn’t admit it.”
“I didn’t.” He smiled and repositioned himself, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. “I’ve probably blocked any childhood fears out now, along with any other trace of weakness. I know as a boy I never admitted to being scared of anything.”
“Or as a man either.”
He thought about that. Recognized it as true.
“Or as a man.”
“What were your parents like?”
“They were—were busy a lot.”
“Were you close to them?”
“I don’t even know. I was never conscious of not being close to them, but sometimes I would watch other families—that were affectionate with each other—and I’d wonder what that would be like. My dad was a classic workaholic. He started a tech company and made a fortune purely because he was brilliant. I always assumed he loved me, but he didn’t have time for us to hang out. And my mom was always trying to climb the social ladder. They were”—he paused, trying to sort through the years of memories from his childhood, most of the milder memories overwhelmed by the one year of hell he’d lived through—“they were fine.”
A silence followed his conclusion, making Caleb suddenly self-conscious. He never spilled like that. He never revealed himself in any real way. And he didn’t know what Kelly was thinking now.
When he looked over, he saw she wasn’t even focused on him. She was staring off in the distance. But her hand was still stroking his chest, and the touch felt comforting somehow.
“What were your parents like?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.
She lifted one shoulder. “I was adopted. My adoptive parents were very nice. They did everything they could for me. They were older, and we never really bonded the way other kids do with their parents. But I liked them and appreciated them. I tried to be good to them.”
“That doesn’t sound much like a family.”
“I don’t know. It was better than nothing.”
She felt small and fragile for some reason, so he tightened his arm around her. “Do you remember your biological parents?”
After a pause, she breathed out, “Yeah.”
“What were they like?”
Kelly didn’t answer immediately, and the tension in her body made Caleb think she was hiding something devastating.
“Were they that bad?” he asked, softly, like he might speak to a trapped animal.
“No. They weren’t bad. My mom was always distant. She worked as a—she worked all the time and didn’t seem to care about me much. But my dad”—something shuddered through her briefly before she whispered—“I loved him.”
“He died?”
She nodded mutely.
“He’s the one who was taken away from you?”
She ducked her head, hiding her face against his shirt.
He wrapped his other arm around her too and hugged her against him for a minute. Feeling this way was entirely new to him—like he was both giving and taking comfort—but he felt like he needed it, so he didn’t try to pull away.
–
Caleb was working in his office several days later when his phone rang.
He picked it up to glance at the screen, preparing to ignore it, but when he saw it was Wes, he connected the call after all.
“Hey, are you in town?”
“Not yet,” Wes said, sounding unusually serious.
“Did something happen?”
“No. I was planning to fly in yesterday, but I couldn’t get away from work. I’ll come in next week now. But I was wondering if you’d do me a favor.”
“Sure.” Caleb replied automatically, but he was starting to feel a sinking in his gut, intuition telling him he wasn’t going to like this favor.
“Shit, I hate to ask, but Dad is sick as a dog with the flu, and my mom needs to get in for a blood transfusion.”
“Don’t you have someone there to help them?”
“Of course. There’s always a nurse, but Mom’s gotten really”—Wes cleared his throat—“she needs someone she knows with her.”
“I haven’t seen her for years.”
“I know that. But she knows you. I know it’s a lot to ask, but they’re falling apart on me, and I’m on a different continent.”
Caleb couldn’t remember ever hearing Wes so stretched, almost helpless. All of his well-practiced instincts at self-preservation were screaming at him to hang up, to get away. But he heard himself saying, “I’ll do it. When does she need to go in?”
“This afternoon. Can you get away?”
Caleb glanced at his afternoon, most of which was scheduled with meetings or calls, a sick weight churning in his gut.
“I’ll do it.”
As soon as he said the words, he knew this was the last thing he should have agreed to.
–
Three hours later, he dropped Wes’s mother back at their townhouse and could finally let out his breath.
He felt ill and exhausted in a way he hadn’t for years, and so many memories were bombarding him now that—if he didn’t distract himself soon—he might just go home and drink himself into a stupor.
He should probably get back to work, since he’d had to reschedule his whole afternoon, but a headache was pounding at his temples, and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He didn’t want to work. He wanted to see Kelly.
He called Breah to tell her he was coming home early, and he was surprised and displeased when she told him that Kelly wasn’t there. She’d evidently gone shopping this afternoon.
So he called up Pete, who was the man he’d assigned to her, and was told they were at an upscale mall.
It was on his way home, so Caleb headed over there. At least it would be a distraction. Make him forget what the hospital had smelled like, the memories it had brought with it.
It took a while to get there, and then more time to get parked, call Pete, and then find the dress store he’d indicated. But finally Caleb entered the boutique and saw Pete standing next to what was obviously the dressing room door.
“She’s trying shit on,” Pete said, straightening up when Caleb approached.
Caleb rubbed a hand through his hair, wondering what he was even doing here. He could have gone back to work. Or gone back home. He didn’t need to rush here to just wait around while Kelly shopped.
He wanted to see her.
“How long has she been in there?” he asked.
Pete shrugged. “A while. Twenty minutes.”
“How long does it take to try on clothes?” Feeling frustrated by the whole day, Caleb pushed through the door. There obviously weren’t separate men’s and women’s dressing areas in this shop, so it wasn’t like he wasn’t allowed.
He stopped short as soon as he entered.
His eyes had landed unerringly on Kelly, who was standing behind the partly opened door of the farthest cubicle.
She was talking to a man.
The man was around forty, with a strong build and a slightly rumpled appearance. He was smiling down at Kelly in a way that made Caleb stiffen.
What the hell was she doing in here with this guy?
He paced toward them, a surge of possessive resentment coursing through him. They weren’t touching, but Kelly was smiling back at him and it felt private, secretive somehow.
The man noticed him first, his expression changing as he processed Caleb’s appearance.
Kelly turned, jerking visibly in obvious surprise.
Or guilt. Maybe guilt.
Caleb was bristling with irrational jealousy as he reached them.
“I guess this means you’re already taken,” the man said, giving Kelly another smile. “Too bad.”
“Nice try,” Kelly said, smiling distractedly and giving the stranger a little wave. She turned to Caleb. “What are you doing here?”
“Who was that?” he demanded.
“Just some guy. What are you doing here?”
“What were you doing in here with him?” He looked over his shoulder, but the other man had already left the dressing room.
“He was just flirting with me.” Kelly was frowning now, and her shoulders were stiff. “What did you think? We’d come in here for a quick fuck?”
“You didn’t know him?” Caleb was starting to wonder if he’d overreacted, but there had been a vibe earlier that he couldn’t quite pin down, something that roused his suspicions.
“Of course I didn’t know him. He was in here looking for a shirt to wear to a wedding, and I talked him out of buying a really ugly one. He was just coming on to me. It happens, sometimes, you know.”
That squared with what the guy had said as he left, but still. Caleb stood tensely, studying her face, wondering why he still wanted to clobber someone.
“I didn’t peg you for the jealous type,” Kelly said, turning away to get her purse and a blue dress out of the cubicle. “And I’ve got to say, all this alpha male possessiveness is really not appealing. I’m allowed to talk to other men, you know.”
Of course she was allowed. He didn’t normally overreact this way. He had no idea what was wrong with him. Only he hated the idea of Kelly with another man.
He hated it.
“As long as talking is all you do,” he muttered, an edge to his tone that surprised him.
It evidently surprised her too. She stared at him for a minute, her hair slipping out of her long braid the way it always did. “If I’m supposed to curb my extracurricular activities, then the same better apply to you.”
Did she really think he was fucking other women? Did she really think he even wanted to?
He stepped forward, walking her backward and holding her in place by bracing a hand on the wall. “I don’t share.”
Her cheeks were flushed now, and she arched slightly, visibly turned on. But her voice was controlled as she replied, “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”
“I’m serious. If something is mine, then it’s mine only.”
“I know you’re not talking about me as your possession.”
Of course she was his. Her gold hair, her creamy skin, her lush curves, her long legs, her supple mouth. Her knowing, intelligent eyes. All of it felt like his, and he still bristled at the idea of anyone else laying a hand on her.
“Okay,” Kelly said, reaching up to stroke his jaw. “If you’re going to go all caveman on me, then you’ll have to wait until we get home. I’m not getting fucked in the dressing room.”
“It doesn’t have to be now, but you’re definitely getting fucked.”
She was smiling as she pushed him out of the dressing room, and he stood beside her as she paid for her dress. She didn’t say anything, but she kept slanting little looks up at him, as if trying to figure out what was going on with him.
When they left the mall, she got in the passenger seat of Caleb’s car instead of riding back with Pete.
She was studying him so closely now that it was making him self-conscious.
He said, “I know you’re hot for me, but we agreed we’d wait until we got home before you get fucked.”
She gave a little laugh, but he hadn’t distracted her from her questions. “What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Yeah.” He’d turned on the car, but he hadn’t shifted into drive yet.
“I know you didn’t blow your whole schedule to go shopping with me, so what’s going on?”
There was no good reason to tell her. But he heard himself saying, “I had to…do a favor for a friend, and then just didn’t go back into work.”
“What favor?” Her voice was soft, as if she were afraid of spooking him.
He let out a long exhale and closed his eyes. “I had to take a friend’s mother to the hospital for a blood transfusion.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, clearly surprised. “Why you?”
Naturally, she would be surprised. He wasn’t the sort of man to go out of his way for someone else. “Because she knows me. She’s not doing well, and the only people she remembers are from way back. My friend didn’t have anyone else to ask.”
“Well”—she paused—“that was really nice of you.”
He opened his eyes and gave her a narrow-eyed look. “Nice isn’t the word I’d use to describe me.”
“I know. But still.” She looked strange, like she was rattled for some reason. Her eyes kept darting from his face to her hands in her lap. “I’m sure your friend appreciated it. Was it…”
“Was it what?”
“Was it hard? You seem kind of—I don’t know—stretched or something this afternoon.”
He closed his eyes again.
“Yeah,” he said, then decided the conversation had gone on long enough. He straightened up and backed the car out of the parking place.
She didn’t pursue her earlier questions. She sat with her arms hugging her stomach, looking strangely fragile and confused.
After about ten minutes of silence, he looked at her and asked, “You okay?”
She smiled, but he could tell it was forced. “Of course. I’m waiting to get fucked at home.”
He could tell she didn’t mean that either.
It was a few minutes before he spoke again, and when he did, it wasn’t what he’d intended to say. “I don’t like hospitals.”
He’d surprised her again. Her big blue eyes gazed up at him questioningly.
He gave a little shake of his head. “I don’t.”
“You run a pharmaceutical company,” she said slowly. “I’d think you would have gotten used to them by now.”
“I haven’t.”
She said, “Too many people to save.”
She understood completely. He stared out the windshield at the traffic on the highway, murmuring, “And no way to save them.”
–
The next night, Kelly asked him to tie her up.
He’d brought her to his room at bedtime, and they’d been kissing and caressing under the covers. Nothing wild or creative, but it had felt intense. He was tired after a long week and was mostly in the mood for something quiet.
He certainly hadn’t planned on anything like this.
Kelly said she just wanted to try something new.
He agreed. There was no reason not to. She wanted it, and it might be exciting.
He picked up some silk cords he had from some previous, nearly forgotten affair.
She was lying naked on his bed, her eyes huge and very blue as they focused on him. He gazed at her for a minute, trying to read the expression in her eyes. Caleb had never seen that particular look there before. Her expression was deep, and conflicted, and significant, but he couldn’t figure out how to interpret it.
He started to tie her right hand, winding the cord around her delicate wrist and around the post of his headboard. He intentionally kept it loose. She was as tired as he was, and he was afraid anything too intense would be too much for tonight.
He hadn’t thought either of them was really in that mood.
“It’s not tight enough,” Kelly whispered, her full lips soft but unwavering.
Caleb looked at her face silently, again trying to figure out what was going on. He was used to being in control, used to being competent, used to knowing exactly what to do.
He wasn’t used to feeling like this.
“What’s the point of this if I can pull my hand out? I want to do this, Caleb. You said I could try anything with you, and I wanted to try this. If you are going to do it with me, at least get it right.” She sounded more like herself, and there was a glint of clever impatience in her eyes as she slanted them up at him.
Caleb stopped worrying, wondering, and retied the cord, more tightly this time. Finally, he let himself look at her for real, let his body enjoy the sight.
Kelly wasn’t wild and playful right now, the way she’d been when she’d gotten him to spank her. She wasn’t full of that vivid, taunting sexual provocation he was used to from her. She felt deep, like there were layers to her he’d not even come close to exposing.
He wanted to expose them, expose her. He wanted to know her for real.
His cock was hardening quickly as he moved over her body to tie up her other arm. Her skin was cool and fair, a stark contrast to the dark cord. As he tightened the knot, her fingers wrapped themselves into a fist.
When her hands were both tied, he backed up slightly. Her arms were spread out toward the posts of the headboard, and her full breasts were stretched across her chest. Her nipples were already hard, although he hadn’t touched them yet and it wasn’t cold in the room.
He felt his body react even more intensely to the sight of her fair, naked skin and soft curves. He leaned in to kiss her deeply.
She responded, her tongue darting into his mouth, dueling with his own. There was something about her kissing that was intoxicating—somehow both passionate and more than that, like a current ran beneath the passion he couldn’t quite name.
Those elusive layers he could never reach.
Eventually, he pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses down to her neck. She was arching up into his mouth, into his touch, and her obvious need for him reached a tight ball of conflicted need in his own soul.
“Caleb,” she breathed. “Not yet. You haven’t tied my ankles yet.”
He raised his head to meet her eyes, but hers were closed. Her cheeks were flushed, and her head was tossing slightly, as if resisting a desire too compelling to fight.
He thought about what she’d said—about how she never wanted to feel dependent, about how she couldn’t trust anyone enough to give up control.
But she was doing so now. With him.
Submitting completely.
A feeling pulsed in his chest as powerfully as it pulsed in his cock.
He moved to the bottom of the bed.
He lifted up one of her small feet. He kissed the toes and the sensitive skin on the curve of the arch. Her breath hitched audibly when he licked her instep with a flick of his tongue.
He returned her foot to the mattress and stretched the cord around her ankle, and then around the post of the footboard. Silently, he finished with her other foot, completely securing her to the bed.
Now she was spread-eagled on his expensive sheets. Naked, vulnerable, entirely open to him.
He had to close his eyes against the image of her strong, beautiful body in this helpless position, or he would lose the control he had remaining. His excitement must be obvious to her, since he was wearing nothing but his underwear.
“What do you want me to do?” Caleb asked hoarsely, not yet touching her. For no good reason, his heart was pounding so violently that he was sure she could hear it.
He had no idea how they’d even gotten here, when they’d been having quiet sex under the covers.
Kelly looked at him with those wide, unfathomable eyes, her hair spread out around her face like some kind of damaged halo.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He moved over her, covering her supple body with his. “Tell me what to do,” he murmured, his lips hovering over her face. She seemed on the edge of something, and he was suddenly afraid of what would happen if she fell over it.
“No. That’s not how this works. You get to do whatever you want to me.”
It was an act of trust—or should have been. She was offering her body to him, allowing him total control, complete power. But it didn’t feel like trust to Caleb.
It was something else entirely.
And Caleb still didn’t know what that was.
But he was fully erect, his arousal like a throbbing, aching presence on his body. And Kelly was the woman he’d been having sex with for two weeks now. She was asking him to take her.
It wasn’t like he was going to refuse.
He knew she wasn’t ready for him to enter her yet, so he didn’t even bother checking to be sure. Instead, he kissed her some more, gently at first, but then his desire took over and the kiss became hungry and urgent.
When he felt her start to run out of breath, he pulled away and licked his way down her neck, spending a little time on the pulse in her throat. Through his tongue on her skin, he could feel that her heart was beating as erratically as his was.
