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Chapter 14
Can I
Maddox
Caleb’s body was clay, and I turned to sculptor. He felt like putty. Soft and malleable, warm and only growing hotter. Stiffer. He pushed himself against me as we kissed, any hint of shyness or apprehension between us quickly evaporating. As if it were never even there in the first place.
The open surroundings, though, were making it difficult to fully enjoy this moment in the way I fucking craved. Kissing him lit a fire inside my core that had been burning for a while now, only embers before, but now it was a full-blown bonfire. I briefly wondered if this was how my brother Damien felt; being a fire dragon must have made him used to this.
Not me. I was melting. And I needed more.
“Let’s take this to my room.”
Caleb looked up at me with those hazel-gold eyes of his, adding fuel to the out-of-control fire. My cock twitched against my thigh. I was sure he could feel it, his smile growing. Fuck, this man was sexy. I’d been with my fair share of people, but none of them held a candle to Caleb Forrester.
His cocky grin, his slightly crooked but still-perfect nose, the handful of birthmarks that dotted his handsome face, the soft golden-brown stubble that was kept clean under his neck. He had pouty lips that were still glistening from the kiss, his tongue going over them as if he enjoyed the taste.
“Let’s,” he answered.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I grabbed him by the waist and kissed him again, his lips becoming addictive, before I was able to pry myself off him and lead him to my bedroom.
It wasn’t far from the kitchen (thankfully). None of my siblings appeared to be home, so we didn’t get interrupted on our way either. I threw open the doors and stumbled back with a ravenous Caleb in my arms, his tongue lapping at my neck. It was like our kiss unlocked something between us. I had been attracted to him from the start, but his reaction confirmed to me that he felt the same.
And fuck was that a turn-on.
Sex for me was one of the most primal, most enjoyable, most thrilling forms of entertainment. There had been a time when it was mostly all I could think about. Who would be my next conquest? What would we do? How could I make the sex explosive and unforgettable? I loved it. Loved feeling a body underneath me, open and ready for me, and I loved all kinds of bodies too. Dicks, ass, pussy, breasts, hairy chests. All of it. My drive to be felt—to be worshipped and to worship—had gotten me into some trouble before. It made keeping relationships difficult, although I never found someone who made it worth it either.
Caleb peeled himself off me and looked around my room as he entered, while my gaze was trained on that mouthwatering bubble butt of his. I wanted a taste. I wanted to throw him on the bed and run my tongue up and down every fucking inch of his perfect body. I wanted him to see the stars, sun, moon, and more all at once, all because of me.
“You’ve got an interesting style,” Caleb said, sexy smirk still playing across his face. “I expected you to have a boring room for some reason. Like one of those straight guys’ rooms where the bare mattress is sitting on the floor surrounded by crusty socks and half-empty potato chip bags.”
I scoffed out a laugh. “What gave you that idea?” My bedroom was the complete opposite of what he expected. I enjoyed keeping my private spaces clean and organized but also nicely designed.
“I hired an interior designer for most of it,” I confessed. “But I did choose the bed myself.”
“Of course you did.” Caleb sat on the edge of the king-sized bed. Heavy and luxurious drapes in shades of burgundy and gold framed the two windows that looked out to the tree-covered Malibu hills. In one corner of the room was a richly carved writing desk sporting an ink pot and a feathered quill pen, none of which I actually used, but it was nice anyway. Gave me a classy vibe. Next to it was a simple black door that didn’t draw any attention and yet held some of my most valuable possessions just behind it.
My horde room.
“Can’t believe you thought I’d be a slob.”
Caleb shrugged and ran his hands up and down the navy blue blanket, the fabric turning darker where he touched. “I just got that vibe for some reason.” His gaze twinkled. He was fucking with me, that sexy little bastard.
“Are you let down, then?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Not at all.” Caleb bit his bottom lip. The pink flesh came back pale, a couple of teeth marks quickly vanishing as color returned. I moved toward him, hand fisted around my still-hard bulge. Caleb put both hands on my hips as I leaned down, kissing him again, tasting him again.
