"You're so beautiful." His right hand slides over my body towards my breast. "I can't believe how beautiful you are."
I push my face into the pillow wanting to absorb everything I'm hearing and feeling. I gasp loudly when I feel his teeth gently tug at my nipple through the shirt. My hand leaps to the back of his head, wanting to feel more. I'm desperate to steal every possible sensation I came from this.
In one swift and gentle movement, his hand is sliding down my body and beneath the waistband of my pants. I can't control the whimper that escapes me when he edges his fingers under the lace of my panties and I moan loudly when his fingers run through my soft, moist folds until they settle on my clit.
"You're so wet." He pushes my legs apart with one of his. "I knew you'd feel so good."
I try to control my desperate need to come beneath his touch but it's futile. He's circling my clit with expert strokes, applying just enough pressure to bring me closer to the edge.
"I've thought about what your body looks like, Bell." He breathes the words into the air between us. "I've thought about the sounds you make when you come."
The words only make me more desirous. I cover my face with my hand, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed.
"No." He shakes his head. "Let me see. Let me watch."
I drop my hand slowly to my chest as I allow the pleasure to run through my body. I push my wetness into his hand, wanting to feel even more.
"You're getting close." He lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks it through the thin material. "I've wanted this for so long."
I close my eyes as I feel the heat racing through me. I bite my bottom lip to quiet the raging need I h
ave to scream his name and just when he pulls back to look at me, I lock eyes with him as I fall over the edge into an intense orgasm.
"That's it," his voice is a low growl. "Come for me, Row. Come for me."
I whimper as I try to move away from his hand but he doesn't stop. He only presses harder, stimulating me more as he slides a finger into my channel and pushes me towards another release.
"Caleb," I say his name without realizing it. "Caleb."
"I've never seen anything as beautiful as you." His lips are on mine again. His kiss hot and wanting. His tongue is lush and soft as it glides into my mouth.
I cry out as an intense orgasm bears down on me just as I hear the sharp shrill ring of a smartphone bite through the air.
Chapter 20
Ten minutes later, I'm standing in the shower, the hot water beating a path over my tender flesh. I still feel as though my core is on fire. I've come with men before but it's never been that intense. I know that logically it's not just the sensations that my body was feeling. It has much more to do with the tangled emotions that I feel for Caleb. I've had fantasies for years about the touch of his skin and the taste of him and now that I've felt the skill in his hands and breathed in the heady scent of him, I want him even more.
He'd ignored the phone the first time it rang. After I came, he'd kissed me tenderly while I fumbled with the belt of his pants. I'd wanted to slide down the bed and take him in my mouth. I wanted to give him pleasure in the way I've always imagined I would. In my wildest and most arousing dreams, Caleb is standing against a wall, while I'm on my knees, and his hands are on my head. His cock is sliding in and out of my mouth and his breath is labored and heavy as he comes hard and gives me a taste of everything that he is.
I'd nodded in patient agreement when he told me that he had to take the call and I'd finally rolled off the bed and slid into the bathroom when he stood up, turned his back to me and walked to the window to talk about an order of shirts that hadn't been shipped.
The bite of rejection is there, albeit not as harsh as it might be if I hadn't stopped before leaving the room to look back to see him staring at me. His hand had leapt to his chest and he'd closed his eyes. It was a gesture that was born on the playground when he was in the sixth grade and I was in the first. I was scared and unsure during those first days of school and he had told me that he'd always be there and I would know that if I looked for him and saw him holding his heart.
I turn off the water when I feel it shift from hot to warm. It may be the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday but showers in this building are best served short. I've brought up the issue of the lack of hot water to the super only to be told that there's nothing he can do about it and water conservation is a good cause to support.
I towel off quickly before tugging a comb through my damp hair. I pull on Graham's blue patterned robe because mine is still buried in one of the boxes I brought with me when I moved out of the apartment I shared with Tom. I've always claimed laziness as a reason for not unpacking everything. My brother would argue that point in favor of my holding out hope that Tom and I will eventually reconcile. Unless I'm willing to throw my entire life away for a quick high, I will never be with Tom again.
A quiet knock on the door shakes me from my thoughts. I glide my hand over the steam covered mirror to look at my reflection before I turn to the left to yank open the door.
"I'm sorry about the call." He's dressed now. His shirt and tie are both back in place, his suit jacket hanging over his arm. "I need to go into the office."
I should point out that it's Saturday and that we were in the middle of something, but he knows those things. They're obvious and undeniable. I doubt that he knows that his running off is making me feel used.
I nod. "Is it a big problem?"
"It could wait until Monday," he begins before he furrows his brow. "I mean, I like to take care of problems immediately so there's no break in production."
I pull the robe closed tightly over my chest. "I understand."