Our Now and Forever(58)

As ordered, Caleb crossed the short distance to the bathroom, tossed the condom into the trash, and pranced back to the bed. “Move over, woman,” he said, climbing under the covers.

As she was still on top of them, Snow looked at him as if he’d forgotten something.

“What?” he asked.

“Are we going to sleep now?”

Mimicking her pose, he answered, “Not if you join me under here.”

She rolled her eyes and climbed under the covers. “Now what?”

Without responding, he pinned her beneath him and proceeded to drop kisses along her jawline. “Now I have my way with you.”

Snow chuckled. “Didn’t you just do that?”

He looked up to meet her eyes. “Uh . . . no. You had your way with me, remember?”

“Ah,” she said, nodding. “I did kind of do that, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he said and returned to kissing her.

Sliding her arms around his neck, she asked, “Did I do a good job?”

Again, he stopped to look at her. “Darling, you did such a good job, I’m going to let you have your way with me anytime you want from now on.”

That evoked a full-out laugh. “Never let anyone say Caleb McGraw isn’t a generous man,” she said once the laughter subsided.

Growing serious, he said, “Only with you, Snow. Only with you.” Those three words were dangerously close to the ones he was determined to keep to himself.

She sighed, toying with his hair. Her mouth opened as if to say something, but she clamped it shut.

He narrowed his eyes. “What were you going to say?”

Snow brushed off the question. “I believe you were about to have your way with me?”

Yes, Caleb thought. Yes, I am.

“Oh, that’s right.” He slid his knee between her legs. “That is what I was about to do.”

Kissing her chin changed to kissing her neck and shoulders. Then lower, to her breasts. “Isn’t this what you demanded a little while ago?” he asked before taking a taut nipple between his teeth. Snow writhed off the bed with a gasp. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said as he moved to the other breast. He made sure to give both equal attention, moving lower once Snow’s breathing became a series of rapid pants.

Her hands tangled in his hair as his tongue teased around her navel. He kissed an inch lower and Snow bent her knees, planting her feet beside his shoulders.

“Hold on, darling,” he said, watching her body arch for him. “I’m about to return the favor.”





Chapter 17




Snow screamed Caleb’s name four more times that night. Two while he was returning the favor alone. By the time they’d fallen asleep somewhere around two in the morning, she was physically spent.

But now, in the light of day, she was an emotional wreck.

Deep down, Snow had known that sex with Caleb would tangle her heart even more than it already was. They were playing house in this tiny town, pretending that reality wasn’t looming in the distance, waiting to smack them both. And what if, in the throes of passion, Caleb had said he loved her? What would she do then?

Would she admit that regardless of how the next few weeks went, they would still be signing divorce papers? Or would she continue the ruse, hoarding every touch and caress she could get? Worse yet, there was the option of saying to hell with Vivien McGraw and fighting to keep her husband. Was it worth letting Caleb be hurt to find out if he really was with her “no matter what,” as he’d put it?

Stirring her tea, Snow leaned against the counter, wearing nothing but Caleb’s shirt from the night before, and admitted the truth, at least to herself. There was no cure for Caleb McGraw. Even if he drove off tomorrow, she’d never get him out of her blood. Or her heart. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have to let him go. In fact, it made the sacrifice even more necessary.

“There you are,” the subject of her thoughts said, strolling into the kitchen in nothing but his underwear. By the looks of things, he was in search of more than a cup of tea. Caleb pinned her to the counter with an arm on each side and nuzzled into her neck. “I was hoping to give you a proper good morning.”

Snow leaned her head to the left, giving him better access. “I’m surprised you’re up,” she said. “It isn’t even nine o’clock.”

He leaned in, pressing their bodies close. “Oh, I’m up, darling. I’m up.” His lips returned to her neck and descended down the opening of her shirt. Or his shirt, rather. “You might want to put that mug down.”

Unable to resist, Snow did as he suggested, expecting him to tug her into the bedroom. Instead, he lifted her off the floor and dropped her bare bottom on the countertop.