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"Open your eyes." I feel his fingers brush against my lips. "Open them."
I reluctantly look up into his face. We'd both fallen asleep after we came. I'd listened to the sounds of his breathing for more than an hour before I rested my head against his chest and fell into a deep sleep. It feels as though only minutes have passed since he was inside of me but I suspect it is hours later by now.
He pushes a breath out between his lips. "That was more perfect than I ever imagined it would be."
I smile softly as I reach up to cup his cheek in my hand. "It was incredible, Caleb."
"Asher told me you were here." He leans down to brush his lips across my brow. "He told me you were alone and I had to come."
"You saw him?" I ask with a sense of relief. "I was scared that he wouldn't make it back. I was worried that he'd take off again."
"He made it back. He came back because of you."
As much as I'd love to take credit for Asher's return to New York, I can't. "He went back because it was time."
"It doesn't matter why he's back." His voice is low and stoic. "He's back and I'll get the chance I wanted to show him what he means to me."
I close my eyes, wanting the world to melt away and hoping that the tender and compassionate side of Caleb that I'm seeing now is here to stay.
Chapter 38
I moan from the strong taste of his flesh. I look up into his face but he's lost in his pleasure. He's standing against the window, his hands wrapped tightly in my hair.
He'd gotten up to look out the window when he thought I was still asleep. I'd silently crawled out of bed behind him and slid my hands around his waist, cupping his heavy balls in one hand while I stroked his root with the other. He'd moaned when I dropped to my knees and begged him to turn around.
Now, I'm naked, aroused and craving the taste of his release.
"Fuck, yes." He pushes the words out in the middle of a deep growl. "Take it deeper."
I push myself forward, sliding more of the thick vein between my lips. I stroke it quickly with both hands, marveling at how much it pulses beneath my touch.
One of his hands moves to the back of my head as the other finds the windowsill. "I have to fuck your mouth. I have to."
I feel my sex ache with the lust that is woven into his words. I nod slowly while I look up into his face. I want to tell him to do it, but I can't stop myself. I crave the taste of his cock.
He starts pumping his hips slowly, moaning loudly with each thrust.
I pull away from him so I can lick the entire length up and down. I do it slowly, methodically and when I reach the base, I circle my tongue around it. I want to tease him and pull him as close to the edge of his orgasm as I can.
"Fuck, Bell." His words contain every bit as much desire as his body does. He pulls my hair, until my mouth is back at the wide, spongy crown. "Take it all."
I part my lips a touch but his impatience takes control and in one quick and lust filled movement he's pushing my head down, forcing his cock down my throat. My eyes water with the sheer girth of it but I don't stop. I grab hold of it again and pump it until I finally feel his body tense before the first burst of hot, thick release hits the back of my throat.
***
"I want to know about the chef."
I look over to where he's standing by the foot of the bed. He's fully dressed now. I'd showered after he came in my mouth and on my face. He'd wanted to taste me again but I needed a chance to breathe. I'd felt overwhelmed by the depth of our intimacy and the shower gave me the brief reprieve that I needed.
"What chef?" I brush past him to pull a pair of panties from the drawer I'd put them in when I unpacked. I choose a black lace pair and pull them on while he stares at me.
"I heard you talking to Clive about a guy one day when I came to your office. You said he was gorgeous and that he's a chef." His eyes slide over my bare breasts before they settle on my face. "Is he the guy you were going to have dinner with? Did that happen?"
The conversation feels foreign to me given the fact that we'd just spent the day sharing ourselves with each other. "Why are you talking about this now?"
He rubs his hand over his chin. "We should talk about what we expect from each other when we get back to New York."
No. We shouldn't talk about that because I don't want to hear him tell me that he's going to fuck other women when I can still taste his desire on my lips.
