Worse, she wanted to grab his shirt and pull him in close.
Megan wanted to kiss and lick and suck and grind and ride and fuck him.
She dared to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes went from amused to predatory. A man who could sense the shift in her body.
Another memory hit.
The moment when him spending a night on her couch went from one friend helping another friend to a night of groans and tongues on skin and sweat and orgasms.
She stumbled into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she grabbed her glass from the counter next to the sink, Caleb appeared in the doorway.
“Did I wake you?” she asked.
“Couldn’t sleep,” was his only answer. The light that filtered through her mostly closed blinds illuminated the kitchen enough that she could watch as he moved toward her. Megan backed up until she bumped into the counter. He followed.
“Would you like some water?” Megan’s voice was breathy as she asked the question.
“No.” His voice was rough with sleep. He placed a hand on the counter on either side of her. “That’s not what I want.”
Megan didn’t stop herself as she cupped his cheek with her hand, the scruff on his face rough against her palm.
Then his mouth was on hers and he pulled her against his chest. She explored his back with her hands, no shirt to get in the way of the sensation of his corded muscles bunching and releasing under her touch.
It was wrong to kiss Caleb. Wrong to want him as much as she did. But he felt so good against her, so right, that she couldn’t stop.
Caleb rotated them both so his back was to the counter and used his knee to nudge her legs apart. His thigh was between her legs, pressed against her already throbbing center. Megan gasped at the contact, already wet for him, the thin pair of underthings not much of a barrier. Desperate for any kind of friction, she shifted herself against his thigh.
He groaned against her neck. “Fuck. Yes, Megs. Ride me. Use me, and come for me, princess.”
Caleb’s words unlocked the hold Megan had left on her inhibition and she did exactly as she was told. Megan rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing herself on his bare thigh. Caleb’s hands were on her waist, his grip firm but not painful – as if he held himself back while Megan took her pleasure.
She held on to his arms and slid herself along his thigh. He flexed his muscle once, twice, and Megan’s legs shook as her orgasm built and built. Her breath came in pants, and soft whimpers escaped her throat.
“That’s it, Megs. Almost there.”
She altered the angle of her hips, and Caleb flexed his thigh again. The extra pressure on her clit coupled with her slickness and the whispers of filthy encouragement from Caleb sent Megan cresting over the edge.
“That’s it. Come for me, princess.”
Her body exploded in starbursts of pleasure, her head thrown back as she rode out the waves, and Caleb’s thigh.
Caleb pulled her against his bare chest and stroked her hair as she floated back into her body. She looked up to find him staring at her.
“That was fucking beautiful, Megs.” Caleb nuzzled her neck. Megan sighed at the soft brush of his lips against her flushed skin. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her when he nibbled her ear and whispered, “Good girl.”
Caleb grinned, wide and wicked as if he knew exactly what thoughts tormented her.
Megan swallowed hard and cleared her throat. “I think I’ll pass on the offer.” She didn’t believe her words even as she said them.
“Whatever you say, princess.” Caleb stood and used two fingers under her chin to tilt her face up to him. “When you change your mind, I’ll be right across the hall.”
