Caleb gripped her chin, firm but not too hard, and he whispered against her mouth, “Get ready, princess.”
Megan had hardly a moment to register his hand disappearing before she was in the air. She landed on the mattress, her back against the comforter. Caleb discarded his clothes except his boxer briefs. His hard length peeked over the band at his waist.
There was a new tattoo on his chest, over his heart. It wasn’t there a month ago. The black outline of a shamrock with drops of dew, but one drop larger than the others.
“Caleb, please –”
“Please what, Megs?”
“Tell me you have condoms.”
Caleb’s green eyes sparkled, and his smile widened into a grin. “I learned that lesson a long time ago.”
He only ever called her that when they were alone, and she used to hate the nickname. Tonight, it didn’t bother her like it used to.
As he leaned down to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. He swept his tongue against her lips, and she opened for him. Caleb settled between her legs and took his time kissing her, his tongue meeting hers in unhurried strokes. Megan had never found another man who could kiss like Caleb, who made a kiss seem like the most magical part of physical intimacy.
Her body hummed with need, the need for him to never stop kissing her, and the need for him to stop long enough to put on a condom and finally ease the ache between her legs.
Her hips rolled against him, and Caleb tsked. “Getting impatient, are we?”
“Aren’t you?” she shot back.
“I have been thinking about tonight for weeks. I’m going to take my time devouring you. I want to savor every. Single. Moment.” Caleb punctuated the last three words with kisses against the column of her throat. He reached the hem of her bra and lifted himself so he could cup her breasts with both hands.
“As beautiful as this bra is, it needs to go.” He slid the straps down her arms, and Megan sat up long enough for him to unhook it in the back.
She kissed the hard planes of his chest and dug her nails ever-so-slightly into his back. He pulled the offending contraption off and flung it across the room, where it landed on the cushioned armchair.
Megan nibbled the spot above his collarbone, and Caleb groaned. “Fuck, princess.”
“Yes, thatisthe idea.”
Caleb undid the tie that held her braid and let the waves fall free. She’d curled it this morning but had braided it before dinner. He ran his fingers through the organized chaos that was her hair. Megan wondered at the expression in his eyes.
“You’re stunning, Megs.”
She didn’t bother to hide the blush that warmed her cheeks. “Kiss me, Caleb.”
He leaned in as if to press his lips against hers, but then lowered his head to her breast and pulled her nipple into his mouth.
Megan sucked in a breath and let her head fall back against the comforter as Caleb licked and sucked at her nipple.
It had been too long since she’d had Caleb’s hands on her, his mouth on her body. She knew he didn’t want a relationship and knew better than to ask for anything more than sex.
Caleb was deft and quick as he undid the button and zipper of her shorts and slipped his fingers under her panties to tease at her already wet core. He groaned and slid a finger inside, and Megan gripped his shoulders. Her hips bowed off the bed each time Caleb stroked that perfect spot and retreated and stroked it again, endlessly teasing and taunting her body closer and closer to release.
His finger disappeared and Megan barely had a moment to wonder where he’d gone before his mouth was on her. Megan had to bite back a cry of pleasure as he swept his tongue up her entrance to flick that swollen bundle of nerves.
“You taste like heaven.”
She looked down to find Caleb grinning up at her, his eyes full of wicked delight. She threaded her fingers through his hair. His eyes rolled back for a moment before snapping to meet her gaze. His grin widened into one with feral thrill, and Megan didn’t have time to brace herself before he continued to devour her.
Her orgasm built low in her belly, and every stroke of his tongue against her clit sent her closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
“Caleb, please. I’m so close, please. Please don’t stop.”
In answer, he slid two fingers into her aching core and stroked that perfect spot while he sucked her clit.
