I felt him lowering both of us onto the bed. I was drowning so deeply in his kiss that I hadn’t even noticed he had walked us to the bedroom. His weight was delicious as he climbed on top of me, all the while never breaking our kiss.
I heard him growl again as he wrenched his lips away from mine, raising himself up. Wide-eyed, I watched as he reached back and pulled off his shirt one-handed and tossed it on the floor. There was nothing soft about him. The strong muscles in his arms rippled, his stomach flat and hard. My hands reached out to touch his naked skin, and his muscles tightened beneath my fingers.
And then his warm, hard body was rubbing against mine again, and he was kissing and biting my lips.
“Touch me,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse. He shifted his weight to his forearm. Reaching for my hand, he placed it on his chest. “Please.”
His skin was burning; it felt so good under my fingertips. Instinctively, my other hand followed, fingers exploring. I wanted to taste his skin, but his mouth grazed beneath my jaw and then his teeth lightly scraped my neck. My hands roamed over his chest, my fingers digging into his skin as sensations flooded me.
Was there a part of his body that wasn’t hard? He was all sinewy muscle and warm skin. I felt consumed. Consumed by him.
In one fluid motion, he pulled back, taking me with him. An alarmed cry escaped my throat as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kneeled back on the bed, settling me on his lap. With me straddling him, our gazes were now even. His nostrils flared, and the hunger and heat I saw in his eyes crackled through my body. I groaned, involuntarily grinding against him. I could feel all of his hardness.
“Red,” he murmured. “Shall we get rid of this?” He tugged at my tank top, raising his brows in question.
I bit my lip and nodded. I could do this. I wanted this.
Holding my gaze, he lifted my shirt and discarded it on the floor.
His eyes were possessive as he took in my near-nakedness. I still had my bra on, but I suddenly felt shy, my arms instinctively covering my chest.
“Wait,” he implored, touching my shoulders. “Let me look at you.”
My heart was beating so fast that I wondered briefly if he could hear it. I lowered my gaze as I slowly moved my arms to my sides, my hands balling into fists.
I’d never done this before, and I thought I’d never meet anyone I would want to do this with. But with Caleb—only with Caleb—I wanted to. God, I wanted him.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
He tipped my chin so I was looking straight into his smoldering eyes.
“The most beautiful,” he repeated, his lips softly kissing the side of my mouth.
His hands slid down my arms and gripped both my wrists. He leaned forward, locking my arms behind me and making me arch my back. A harsh breath left my lips as his tongue glided on my skin.
“Caleb!” I cried out, then moaned as he sucked on my breast through the fabric.
My arms strained against his grip as he kept on sucking, biting lightly. My legs tightened against him as he ground between my legs. The sensation was so intense that I thought I was going to faint.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he dragged his lips between my breasts, then up my neck.
I don’t want you to stop.
“Tell me”—he licked a sensitive spot on my neck, and I shivered—“to stop.”
He released my wrists. His long fingers streaked up my back. He curled one finger under the left strap of my bra, tugging it toward my shoulder.
“Red?” His eyes sought mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
I wanted this. I wanted him.
“Don’t stop,” I answered.
His pupils dilated, his lids lowering.
“Are you sure about that?” He pulled the other strap of my bra.
I bit my lip. He started releasing the hooks of my bra behind me. No one had ever seen me naked before. My breathing hitched, my heart pounding against my chest.