CHAPTER4
Megan opened her bedroom door to find Caleb with his arms braced against either side of the door frame. Caleb may have been on the thin side as a teenager, a healthy but skinny baseball player, but he’d grown into his six-foot frame and filled it out with toned, lean muscle.
She drank in the sight of him, and her gaze snagged on the thin strip of bare skin along his abdomen, visible thanks to his arms lifting his shirt. Megan looked up at him and made her decision.
“Megs.”
Megan raised her eyebrow. “Not interested in the poker game anymore?”
He shook his head. “Decided to try my luck elsewhere.”
“Would you like to come in?”
“More than anything.”
Megan stepped aside as he let go of the frame and came into her room. She made sure the door was locked before she turned to face him. Megan played with the hem of her shirt; it was a pretty blue and listed character names from one of her favorite book series. “I hope you don’t mind. I was about to get changed for bed.”
“Mm. I would love to help you with that.” Caleb moved closer. He wrapped his hands around her waist. His voice was soft as he slid his fingers under her shirt to splay on her bare skin. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. The wait was torment.”
“Since last month?” She looked up at him as he pulled her closer.
“Mm,” was all he murmured. He toyed with a loose strand of her hair. “Since then, too.”
Megan wanted to ask what he meant, but Caleb tucked the hair behind her ear and trailed his fingers along her jaw to tilt her face up to his even more.
All thought flew out of her mind as he brushed his lips against hers. The kiss was soft and inviting, a gentle tease. She braced her hands against his chest, the muscles hard beneath the fabric of his shirt.
Caleb moaned and pulled her in close, one arm around her waist and the other between her shoulder blades. The shape of his body was familiar, and a burning need erupted beneath her skin. Megan wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Caleb kissed up and down the column of her throat and nipped the sensitive spot below her ear.
Megan tilted her head back to give him better access. She couldn’t stop her whimper as he kissed his way along her collarbone. He stopped when he reached her shirt and stepped back, his hands still on her hips and his breathing labored.
“We don’t have to –”
Megan pulled her shirt over her head, and Caleb stopped speaking.
Caleb brushed a thumb over the cup of her bra, red with black lace overlay. “You could drive a man to insanity, Megs.”
A blush crept along her skin, and she smiled. “That’s the goal,” she whispered.
He huffed a laugh. Megan reached up to run her fingers through his hair and marveled at the softness. Caleb moaned, and Megan gave a gentle tug.
His gaze met hers, the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk. “Be careful what you ask for.”
She grinned in response. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I think you know exactly what I mean.” Caleb’s eyes darkened and he trailed a finger up the side of her body and traced the outline of her bra.
“It’s a mystery.” Megan let go of his hair and reached for the finger that still played on the exposed skin above the red and black lace. She lifted his finger to her open lips and gave a slow lick, her eyes never leaving his.
Caleb’s lips parted and he let out a small “Fuck.”
Megan burned with need. The gravel in his voice, the desire in his eyes, the feel of his hands on her bare skin – all of it combined to make her want to do wicked things with him.
She licked the tip of his finger and gently pulled it into her mouth and sucked.
“Fuck.” Caleb’s eyes never moved as he watched her mouth and tongue play with his finger. Megan continued her ministrations for another few seconds, then released his finger with a small pop.
