“We can’t do this, Kaleb. There are things we need to talk about.” I’m on emotional overload here. This needs to end. If he gets me in his bed, I may never want to leave, and I have to. I need my head cleared, get my shit together. And I need to do it without him.
“We can and we are. We can talk later, Jade.” He pushes onward, walking over the threshold of what I assume is his bedroom. It’s dark, but oh hell, does his scent hit me the minute he lays me down on his bed. His smell is everywhere. I inhale deeply, the aroma shooting straight to my core and god help me, I know I’m going to regret this when we're done. I’d be fooling myself if I didn’t admit that I do want him in a bed where I can worship him, taste him, lick those abs, and trace my fingers around those tattoos on his chest. My body starts burning up, and the ache between my legs intensifies.
“Kaleb,” I whisper. I can’t see him; the sharp gruff awareness of his heavy breathing is all I can hear.
“I’m right here. Give us this. I know you're nervous; hell, so am I. This is real life. No more fighting. It’s awkward, it all feels different, but I promise you, Jade, I’m not going to give up. Not when I know that you want this is as bad as I do.” He sounds hungry. Almost as if this is a craving for him and he’s finally getting the chance to fulfill it.
Then I feel his rough hands slide across my feet, removing my shoes. The end of the bed dips, and his hands slide up my jean-covered legs. I swallow when the warmth of his fingers practically burns a damn hole in my jeans.
“I want you,” I say, and I do, even if it’s the last time.
CHAPTER TEN
KALEB
Motherfucker. She’s pulling away from me. The entire ride I felt the vibes coming off of her, distancing herself further away. She’s living in her head. The last thing I should be doing right now is taking her to bed, but goddamn it, I can’t help myself. I need her.
I may be crazy for rushing this, but Christ, this is what we do best. The second our bodies connect, it’s like dynamite exploding. I need to remember to make her understand that this is only the beginning of us.
I’m not a man to force myself on a woman, that’s why I need to hear her say she wants me. The talking shit can come later. Right now, I want to show her exactly what she does to me. I want to make her see that I’m not only out to fuck her. This time, I’m taking my time. I want to feel every inch of her skin. I want her to tell me how she feels when I have my cock buried deep into her. When I have her begging me for more.
I slide my hands up her legs, pushing her thighs apart when I reach them. Her little whimpers have my cock damn near bursting through the zipper of my pants. Fuck. She’s in my bed. The urge to turn on the light so I can see her has me stopping at the sweet junction between her thighs, but I fight it. I’m too damn scared to take my hands off of her for fear she’ll change her mind.
“Fucking hell, Jade. The heat between your legs has me craving you. I need to taste you.” I unsnap her jeans, and she lifts her ass up to help me guide them down her legs, my fingers itching to feel her bare skin against mine the whole time.
“Oh god,” she moans out the instant I grab her panties and tug them off right along with her jeans, tossing them over my shoulder. I trail my hands back up her legs. She’s silky smooth, and by the time I reach her bare *, she’s panting and drenched.
“Kaleb.” That sexy as fuck voice of hers is dripping with want.
“Feel, Jade. Tell me you want me.” I know I sound desperate. Maybe I am. I don’t care. I have her alone in my house, finally. The smell of her arousal hits my nose and has my mouth watering. Fuck, I want to taste her on my lips, and I can’t wait to have her come all over my beard.
“I do. I want you.” Her words are barely a whisper. I’ve never heard anything in my life that’s meant more to me than hearing what I’ve wanted to hear come out of her sexy little mouth.
I spread her legs wide. Those erotic noises she’s making drive me out of my fucking mind. She can scream all she wants here. I welcome it, hell, I've been looking forward to it.
The first swipe of my tongue across her addicting clit has me losing control. I grip her ass with both of my hands, lift her up, and bury my face deep into her. I lick around her nub, sucking it deep into my mouth. “Oh fuck!” she screams. That’s all it takes to ignite me. My tongue works her, licking, tasting, and devouring her. My beard becomes coated with her. My tongue soaks up every sweet piece of her. I own this *. It’s mine.
When she squirms and the muscles in her ass clench, I know she’s close. I set her back down on the bed, careful not to hurt her arm. My thumb presses on her clit, and when she explodes in my mouth as she screams my name, I swear to Christ I almost come in my goddamn pants.
“I’m not sure I’m prepared for what you do to me.” I inhale her scent one more time before lifting my face.