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“I’m Summer.”
“You’re mine.”
To prove it, he slid one hand down her side in a long, hot sweep, turned it over her hip, found her center, and pressed one long finger into her slick core. His palm cupped her mound as he worked his finger in and out. His mouth never left her breasts. Within seconds, he had her writhing under him.
Two could play this game. She spread her hands wide over his back and smoothed them down over the corded muscles, down past his hips to his fine ass. She grabbed both cheeks and squeezed. He moaned against her breast and sucked harder, sending a shaft of heat to the very place his hand worked, driving her to the crest before he slowly pulled out and rubbed ever so gently over the sweet spot he’d found when she grinded against his palm. She smoothed one hand over his hip and dipped it low in front and found his hard shaft. Fingers locked around him, she caressed and stroked until he tore his mouth away from her hard nipple and rose above her on both hands. The heat in his eyes made her shiver.
Caleb grabbed his jeans, pulled the condom from his wallet, tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and tossed it away. Summer took the condom from him and sheathed his hard cock in one fluid motion that nearly sent him over the edge.
She lay below him, ready and waiting, her face soft and open. Her eyes dreamy and certain as he lowered himself to her. The head of his cock nudged against her heat, sinking in an inch. Gazes locked, he tried to go slow.
“I love you.” She hadn’t said the words back to him when he told her how he felt. He thought he didn’t need the words because he knew how she felt. The certainty in her voice, the emotion in her eyes so clear to see, he lost it and drove hard into her.
He did need the words. He needed her to know she belonged to him, because he already belonged to her. He had from the beginning, and though he’d fought it, he’d always known you can’t fight the inevitable.
He moved over her and in her, loving the feel of her skin against his. Not enough. He wanted more. Leaning on one hand, he reached down and drew her leg up and wide, giving him better access to drive into her harder and deeper. She moaned and gasped when he sank into her and rubbed his hips against hers. She spread her legs wider. He sank deeper, driving both of them to the crest before slowing his pace and making her urge him for more. He gave it to her because he needed more of her and those hands that never stopped roaming over his chest and around and up his back and shoulders. Never passive, she gave as much as he did, and he fell under her spell.
She shifted beneath him, increasing the sweet friction. Her body tightened around his. He took her mouth in a searing kiss, sliding his tongue deep, even as his hard cock thrust into her. Her hands clamped onto his hips. She pulled him to her as her hips rose to meet him. Everything in him focused on her and sending her over the edge. Her body convulsed around his, and he threw his head back, thrust deep one last time, and let himself go.
Summer didn’t know how he did it. One minute, she lay beneath him after he collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as deep as her own. The next, she found herself lying completely on top of him, her head on his shoulder, and his arms locked around her back.
“Was it something I said?” she teased.
“Say it again,” he whispered into the dark night. At first, she thought it might be a dare that she’d say it and he’d make love to her like that again. With her head on his chest, her ear pressed to his skin, she realized he’d stopped breathing, waiting for her response.
She rose up on her elbows and stared down into his dark eyes. “I love you, Caleb, with my whole heart.”
He traced her forehead with his fingertip down to her ear, tucking the wild mass of hair away from her face. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Eleven
SUMMER LAY INCaleb’s arms, her leg thrown over one of his, their feet tangled together. She didn’t know what woke her, but she felt Caleb stiffen beneath her. She cocked her head back and stared up at his handsome face. After two weeks, she still couldn’t believe how things between them had changed, how close they’d become.
This time she felt Caleb jolt. His hand fastened onto her thigh where it usually rested through the night. Oh, how she loved the way he held her, so safe and protected and loved.
She moved her leg up and over his hip, straddling him, her heart pressed to his. She leaned up and kissed his chin and then his lips, waking him slowly and in the most fun way. The hand on her thigh moved up to her ass, and he pressed her down onto his growing erection. She rocked her hips against him, making him groan.
“Good morning,” she crooned.
“It is now,” he said, a smile brightening his face.
“You were having another dream.”
“About you,” he lied to cover for the nightmare she’d pulled him from. “And here you are, right where I want you.”
Both his hands slipped down her panties and covered her bottom. His fingers squeezed and she sighed, enjoying the first steps of the dance they did so well together.
She traced his smile with the tips of her fingers, happy the terrifying and disturbing nightmares had eased over these last days. He slept more peacefully, and when a nightmare overtook him and he woke in a cold sweat, he hugged her close and she stroked his hair until his heart stopped thrashing and he breathed easy again.
He pushed her legs down the side of his, her panties sliding down and off her legs. Her tank top didn’t stand a chance against his marauding hands. Somehow he managed to lose his boxer briefs and pay homage to her breasts at the same time. The man could multitask. One hand slipped over the back of her thigh. His fingers stroked and caressed, one dove deep into her wet core, stroking until the tingling started and her body tightened. He reached for the condom on the side table. Always prepared, her military man. She smiled down at him, took the condom, and slid it on his hard shaft. Falling forward on her hands again, she leaned down and kissed him, her tongue sliding over his just as he guided her down on his hard cock, both his hands locked on her hips, urging her on as she rode him.
He loved her so well and in so many ways, she liked them all and craved more and more. His need quickly turned to demand. His hand smoothed up her back to grab hold of her hair. He pulled back, drawing her face up, making her back arch as he drove into her hard and fast. He kissed her throat with a sweep of his tongue over her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her back. She loved his show of dominance and strength coupled with his gentleness. It made her feel sexy and wanted and drove her need higher. He thrust deep once, twice, and on the third time, they both fell over the edge in a blazing orgasm that made them both groan and melt into a puddle of spent passion. She fell on top of him, her face in his neck. She breathed as hard as he did and smiled against his skin.
Caleb wrapped his arms around her and held her close, feeling her lips pull back into the smile she always had for him after they made love.
“Ah, sweetheart, you do the nicest things to me.”
“Merry Christmas.”
