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Caleb drops his hand and steps away from me. He avoids my gaze and heads into the living room. I quietly follow him. He rams his fist down onto the arm of the sofa, his face fierce, even stony.
“Caleb.”
“I need a minute,” he says, raising his hand to keep me at bay.
I ignore him and take another step closer. “You need to talk it out.”
“That’s the last thing I need, Gwen.” He turns his head sharply in my direction. “I know you’re trying to help, but it would be better if you go back to what you were doing.” I can see he’s struggling to keep his temper in check. I don’t want that for him. He needs to get it out. Letting it fester will only make it worse.
“No.” I stand firm, and his brows quirk upward.
“Pardon?” he says.
“No, I will not go back to being the obedient girlfriend and go fix your dinner. That’s not cool. I’m not some feeble-minded, dainty princess. I’ve been through tough stuff, and here I am, still standing. We’re supposed to be starting something, so either you trust me or you don’t.” By the time I’m finished with my grand speech, I’m standing strong with my arms firmly crossed over my chest, glaring at him.
He remains stoic. I silently count to ten, and when he doesn’t move, I traipse into the bedroom and grab my jacket, purse, and overnight bag, which I recently restocked. I get to the front door, and as I open it, Caleb’s large palm slams it shut. I turn around to face him.
“That’s it? I have one bad day and you’re bailing?”
“You think I’m bailing because you’re in a bad mood?” My voice rises an octave higher. “Are you crazy?” I drop my stuff and push against his chest to put some space between us, but he doesn’t budge. “I want to be a part of your bad days. Your good days. Your great days. Instead, you tell me what you think I can take. That’s not a relationship. I’m willing to give you all of me, but only if you give it back. So, until you’re ready, I’m going home.”
“You are home.”
“M-my home.” My voice begins to waver because this is killing me inside. Caleb is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.
“I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what?” I shake my head. He’s not making any sense.
“Me. From me.” He presses my back into the door, his arms boxing me in, one at my hip, the other by my head. “I’m angry that I haven’t been able to solve this case yet. I’m pissed off that someone killed a woman, even a disturbed woman like Karen. I feel guilty that somehow, they’ve pulled you into this. Before me, you led a nice little life in a library, hanging out with the kids you love. Now I’ve got to keep you next to me every minute I’m around because I don’t know what’s coming next. As much as I appreciate Mason and what he’s doing, you shouldn’t have to deal with any of this.” He lowers his forehead to mine. “What I want to do is bury myself inside you, over and over again. I want to forget the day. For just one night.”
His voice is ragged, his eyes tortured with sadness and angst. He needs me. He needs to let this out, to work it out.
“Take what you need,” I whisper.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He glides his nose down over mine.
“I do,” I insist. “You need me. Take me.”
“Baby, I can’t do gentle—”
“I won’t break, and you won’t hurt me.”
“I’m too raw. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I can sense he’s barely holding himself back. “I trust you.” He closes his eyes. I can feel his breath on my cheek.
Suddenly, my skirt is lifted over my waist, wrapped around my middle, and I’m hoisted into the air. I swing my legs around his waist and clutch his shoulders to stop from losing my balance. I hear the zipper of his pants lower, and his hand moves the gusset of my panties to one side. With one hard stroke, I feel him in me.
“Caleb,” I moan.
“Quiet, I’m working it out,” he groans. He pulls out and comes back in harder and faster. I love every stroke. I drop my head back, closing my eyes, reveling in the feel of his hard, smooth cock. “Eyes on me,” his gruff voice commands.
Our gazes lock. Every stroke takes me higher and higher. My pussy constricts harder around his cock the closer I get to the delicious euphoria that is soon to envelop both of us.
“Baby,” I mutter in his ear, taking a nip of his lobe. This only seems to spur him on.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” His growl does crazy things to me, and I feel the warm ripple of my orgasm tear through me. I cling to him as his teeth nip my shoulder. It only heightens the moment.
