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Until now. There was just something about seeing Cal in his bare feet, his lips swollen from kissing the hell out of her, and a wild look that promised so many very good bad things that made her core clench.
“Don’t fucking move,” he said all low and growly when she started to pull the hem of her sweater up. “I want to do that for you.”
Was it possible to orgasm from a sentence? Sixty seconds ago she would have said no. Now she wasn’t so sure. She was about to ask him to repeat himself so she could test her theory, but then he reached behind his head and yanked his henley off, revealing the wide expanse of his hard chest.
Dancing in fire. Bathing in lava. Taking a quick dip into the molten surface of the sun. None of it approached the temperature of the hot desire making its way through her. This wasn’t right. Just watching him shouldn’t affect her like this. She was a grown-ass woman who had seen her fair share of partially naked men—some folks might say more than her fair share, but they could suck it—and she’d already had sex with Cal. But she hadn’t licked and touched and drank in the visual feast of him. Hell, he hadn’t even taken his jeans all of the way off the first time. Now he was reaching for the top button of his pants, and she was on the edge of coming just from the show.
“Are you going to remove my clothes by melting them off me?” she asked only half kidding but needing to put some kind of mental distance between herself and this man.
His fingers paused on the top button of his jeans, and one side of his mouth went up in a cocky grin. “Whatever it takes to get you off.”
“I’m already halfway there just watching,” she said, not joking at all this time.
“Then let me get you the rest of the way there.” He moved quick, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. His hand came down on her butt, smacking it with just enough force to make her bite down on her lip with pleasure. “Damn, I love this juicy ass of yours.”
He strode across the living room, taking her shoes off as he walked. When she smothered her groan of frustration against his bare back, his knowing chuckle just made all the wanting worse. By the time her feet touched the floor next to his bed, she was twisted and turned and coiled up so tight that spontaneous climax seemed like a logical possibility.
“Just say the word and we stop,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the mattress so she was standing between his legs. “Tell me, Astrid, do you want me to stop?”
The no her body sent up should have been loud enough to be heard across the harbor in Waterbury, but all that came out was a whispered, “Please don’t stop.”
His hands went to the hem of her sweater, pushing it slowly up, revealing her a tantalizing little bit at a time, stopping at the band of her bra and tucking it underneath so it stayed in place. He dipped his head down and kissed the spot above her belly button, then a little higher, and a little higher, each one more maddeningly enough but not enough at the same time, before pulling back. He rested his hands on her hips, grasping them loosely while his gaze traced over the wide line of her abdomen as if he wanted to memorize everything about her inch by bare inch of skin.
Despite being nearly fully dressed, being on display like this, exposed and vulnerable, made her breath hitch. She wasn’t used to this leisurely pace. For the past five years, the rush to get all—or at least enough—of her clothes off was always the fastest part of things.
Cal gripped her hips tighter and turned Astrid so she was facing away from him with no idea what he would do next. He didn’t loosen his hold. His thumbs pressed into the small of her back with just enough pressure to make it impossible to hold back her appreciative moan. A soft chuckle his only response, he stayed silent and still behind her as she stared at the unadorned pale gray of his bedroom wall. Anticipation squeezed her lungs tight as she waited, every nerve in her body attuned to Cal’s every breath, every micro movement, every heartbeat in a kind of erotic suspense that she’d never felt before. Just when it felt like she was about to shatter from sheer desperation, he kissed the small of her back. It was a quick brush of his lips along her spine, but if he wasn’t holding her, she probably would have melted into a puddle just from that brief touch.
“I could look at your back all day,” he said, dropping more kisses. “It’s so fucking sexy.”
“Usually people are more interested in my boobs,” she said with a sigh as he continued to tease her with featherlight touches across her back, around her waist, along her hips—all of those often ignored places that she’d never realized could feel so good.
“Your tits are amazing, too.” He kissed her back again, this time a lingering one so low it was nearly to the top of her jeans. “Take off your sweater.”
“I thought you were doing that for me?” she said, digging up some sass from somewhere.
He nipped her and yanked her back against him as he stood up so her ass was against his hard cock. Then he leaned forward so his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “I’ll get the rest.”
He glided his hands around her waist, going to the button of her jeans and opening it before pausing with his fingers at her zipper. “I’m busy right now.”
Desperate for him to keep going to touch her exactly where she needed, which would put all of this back on the usual wham-bam-see-you-never-again path, Astrid whipped her sweater off and flung it down to the ground.
“Such a good girl,” he said as he lowered her zipper so very, very slowly, and then instead of slipping his hand into the unzipped opening, he cupped her through her jeans, his hold firm. “Are you getting wet for me?”
Words? He wanted words when her knees were already about to give out?
“Yes,” she managed to get out.
“Getting,” he rotated his wrist, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit, his heat seeping into her even through the layers of denim and satin panties, “or already are?”
The man was obviously trying to kill her. She was nearly on the edge of losing it even though she still had most of her clothes on, and Cal wanted to chat while toying with her?
“I asked a question, Astrid.” He stopped rubbing her. “Getting or are?”
“Already am,” she said, her voice almost as shaky as her knees.
“Very good.”
Cal just kissed her between her shoulder blades as he unhooked her bra, letting it hang open in the back. He walked around her so they stood facing each other. Gaze locked on her face, he reached up and tugged ever so softly on one of the straps so it slipped down her arm, the feel of the satin teasing her senses making her needy for more. He did the same with the other side, and her bra slid off onto the floor.
