Cale (Walk of Shame #3)(21)

He starts grinding below me, rubbing his hardness between my legs. “Yes,” I breathe. “God . . . yes . . .” Just the thought of him being inside me makes me break into a sweat. It still amazes me how turned on I get with Cale. It’s overwhelming.

After not feeling him touch me for two days, I feel like I could orgasm just from the feel of his tongue alone. That’s how good this man is and I have a feeling that he knows it. He may be a virgin . . . but the rest of his body isn’t . . . far from it.

“I want to take you somewhere, Rile.” He runs his lips up my neck and stops at my ear. “Will you come with me?”

I swallow hard from his words. He just had to use the word come. “Cale . . . it’s like two in the morning. Isn’t it a bit late to take me somewhere?”

He laughs against my neck and squeezes my hips, lifting me from his lap. “It’s never too late, Rile.” Standing up, he reaches for my hand and pulls me into his chest. His hands tangle in my hair as he runs his tongue up my lips, tasting me. “Fucking delicious, baby.”

Smiling, he walks toward the door, picking up his keys on the way out. I follow behind him, curious to where it is that he wants to take me so late at night. I have no clue where he wants to go, but truthfully I’d go anywhere with Cale. I always did in the past, including late night trips . . . but we were just kids then. Sneaking out late at night was in. We’re definitely not kids anymore and don’t need to sneak out to hang out.

I’m so anxious when we get into Cale’s truck that I can’t stop looking out the window, trying to figure out where he’s taking me. It takes me a good five minutes to figure it out.

“Cale . . .” I sit up straight and look out the window. “Are you taking me to your old house?”

He smirks and pulls off to the side of the road, killing the engine on his truck. “I thought a late night dip sounded good. You know . . . pick up where we left off six years ago.”

I sit still as Cale jumps out of the truck and jogs over to my side, opening my door. “But didn’t your parents move out like five years ago?”

Laughing, he reaches into the truck and pulls me out, onto my feet. “Yeah, they did.” He shuts the door behind me, and then starts pulling me through the grass, toward the back of his old house.

“What?” I look around me, nervous that someone will see us, possibly resulting in cops. “We can’t just swim in some stranger’s pool, Cale. What if someone catches us?”

He stops and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. As soon as his lips meet mine, all worries seem to disappear. All that exists is Cale and I. Right now I could care less about the consequences.

Walking through the grass, he somehow manages to keep his lips on mine until we’re both sinking into the deep water.

The water is cold at first, a shocker, but as soon as Cale pulls me into his arms . . . he’s all that matters. My body is slightly shivering as he swims us toward the side. It reminds me of the last time we were here: the night that I left.

“Remember this?” Cale questions as he holds me up against the side of the pool.

Biting my bottom lip, I nod my head.

“Good . . .” He slides his hand behind my neck and hovers his lips above mine. They’re so close that I can almost taste him. “I’m about to do to you what I wanted to do six years ago.”

His lips slam against mine, stealing my breath away. I can barely breathe at the moment as I’m taken back to six years ago. I almost feel as if I’m getting the one moment that we missed out on, the moment that I could only dream about after I was gone.

“Are you on the pill, Rile?” His eyes meet mine as he pushes my hair out of my face. “Are you?”

I nod my head and rub my thumb over his sexy bottom lip. All I want to do is suck it into my mouth, so I do. I suck it so hard that he growls.

He leans in and kisses me again, hard and firm as he finds my aching pussy with his free hand. I moan against his lips as two of his fingers enter me. They feel so big, but I relax for him and let him loosen me up.

“So good, Rile.” He pulls his fingers out and slides my shorts over to the side. I can feel him messing around between our legs, probably pulling himself free from his black pants. He’s not wearing any boxers. That was noticeable as soon as he came out of his bedroom earlier, so it doesn’t take long before I feel him poking at my entrance.

I shake in Cale’s hold, as he looks me in the eyes. I’m so overwhelmed with emotions that I can’t even manage to speak. This man has been my best friend for ten years, and I have spent most of those years dreaming of this very moment.