Secrets in the Marriage Bed(25)

       
           



       

Rising, he ran his hands up the backs of her thighs to her buttocks. She  wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as he lifted her and  pressed her against the wall. When he didn't move fast enough for her,  she grabbed his face and brought his mouth to hers for a kiss, so hungry  for him that she wanted to scream. There was no room for fear or  inhibition. Everything was happening too fast. She bit at his lower lip  and felt him jerk.

His hand slipped over her stomach and then his fingers were stroking her  with raw intimacy. Hard and fast, it was propelling her over the edge.  When he drove two fingers deep inside her, she screamed, her hands  clenching on his shoulders. "Caleb!"

His fingers left her and, a second later, she felt the blunt tip of his  erection pushing into her. "You're so hot, sweetheart. So damn tight."

She couldn't speak, her body starting to shudder even before he was  completely inside her. Groaning, he entered her fully. That was all it  took. She orgasmed so violently that she saw stars. With a shout, he  began to rock in and out of her, his movements powerful and strong. But a  part of her was aware that he held her carefully even in his passion,  never letting her slam into the wall. And then even that measure of  thought was lost and she became a creature of sensation and pleasure.





When she opened her eyes, she found Caleb slumped against her with his  head buried in the crook of her neck. Hot bursts of air hit her skin as  he breathed in ragged gasps. Under her fingers, the material of his  business shirt was damp and wrinkled, the heat of his body almost  burning. Unclenching her hands, she stroked her hand up into his hair.He  nuzzled at her and kissed the beat of her pulse before raising his  head. When their gazes met, she saw such joy that she was stunned.  Smiling, she leaned forward and rubbed her nose against his in a silly  affectionate gesture. He chuckled, his hands sliding to hold the backs  of her thighs.

"You have-" she glanced at the hall clock "-twelve minutes left to  shower and eat." She couldn't stop stroking his body, his face. He was  so dear to her and at last he was treating her like his wife, his woman,  one who could take everything he had to give.

All this time she'd concentrated on the pain that would come if she  ventured outside her protective walls. Today she'd been shown the flip  side-endless pleasure and the most incredible happiness.

He groaned and started to pull out, releasing her legs as he did so.  When they were finally extricated, he kissed her and said, "Shower?"

Her eyes went wide. "I'll make you late." But she put her hand in his and let him lead her to the bathroom off their bedroom.

Once there, he tugged off her sweater and unclipped her bra while she  worked feverishly to pull off his tie and undo the buttons on his shirt.  It took them maybe a minute to get naked and under the shower, the cool  spray a crisp relief to their overheated bodies.

"Eleven minutes." Caleb picked up the soap.

Before he could touch her with it, she took it from him. "You're the one  who needs to hurry." She lathered up her hands and returned the soap.  "I'll do your back." She forced herself not to linger over her  self-appointed task, though she wanted to luxuriate. This was not how  she'd thought her fantasy would play out but it worked for her. "Done."

Instead of turning off the water, Caleb looked at the waterproof watch  strapped to his wrist. "Eight minutes. I have time." And then he started  to torture her.

She wondered how she could possibly want him again after the heat that  had singed her in the hallway. His hands, soapy and slick, were  everywhere. When they slipped between her thighs to bring her  effortlessly to her second orgasm in under twenty minutes, she felt her  legs turn to jelly.

"Done," he rasped as she collapsed in his arms, the water pounding at them. "Six minutes."

She made herself turn off the shower with sheer strength of will and got  out. Rubbing herself haphazardly with a towel, she grabbed the robe at  the back of the door. "I'm going to warm up something for you to eat."

He tried to catch her as she whipped out but she laughed and escaped  him. The last thing she saw as she ran from the room was the sight of  his glorious body shiny with clear droplets of water, his hair tangled  and wet.

Three minutes later, he walked into the kitchen dressed in a dark suit,  white shirt and blue tie almost identical to what he'd been wearing  earlier. His grin was wicked. "If I return to the office looking too  different, people might wonder what I've been up to."

She felt her cheeks heat up. "Eat. It's nothing special but it'll fill you up."                       
       
           



       

He came around the counter and stood beside her, eating quickly as she  found an insulated travel mug and filled it with hot coffee, screwing  the lid closed. "For the road." She put it in his hand as he finished  the meal in record time.

They were at the door five seconds after the twenty minutes had passed.  Unable to resist, she reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and  kissed the life out of him. When she drew back, red streaked his  cheekbones and there was a spark in his eyes she'd never before seen.  Her Caleb was starting to come home to her in more ways than one.

"Hold that thought," he whispered, backing out the door.

"I'll be waiting." She watched him until he'd pulled out of the  driveway. A huge grin creased her face as she closed the door. She  couldn't believe what she'd just done. Not only had she had the fastest,  most furious sex with her husband, she'd showered with him. Two  fantasies taken care of in twenty minutes. Not bad. Not bad at all.





She was waiting for Caleb to pick her up for the ride to Ada's when he  called. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I've got to stay at the  office."Disappointment deflated the lingering joy from their lovemaking.  "I'll go alone, then."

"No, you won't. I keep my promises." His voice was caressing. "I got us  off the hook. We're not due at Ada's until Sunday, now. Together."

A slow smile whispered across her face. "How did you manage that?"

"By lying creatively," he said, unrepentant. "I'll try to be home by nine."

"See you then." She hung up the phone feeling very good about her  marriage. Not only was Caleb learning to let go of work a little, he was  starting to learn her. She hadn't missed the fact that he was working  late once again. But he'd taken off Monday to be with her, so he was  probably playing catch-up.

She understood what his work demanded of him at times. That was part of  the reason she wanted something of her own. Aside from giving her a  sense of pride, it would provide her with something to hold on to when  Caleb's devotion to his work pushed her aside.

And if, deep down, there was a niggling voice worrying that maybe her  husband wasn't busy with work at all but something, someone, else, she  buried it under so many layers of denial that she managed to convince  herself it had ceased to exist.





On Friday night, Vicki accepted that she'd made a colossal mistake. It  was 3:00 a.m. and she'd just heard the sound of Caleb's car through the  autumn rain. He'd worked late every single day since their wild  lovemaking in the hallway, apparently taking her calm acceptance of that  first late night as a free pass to go back to his workaholic ways.She'd  finished several memos for Heart during the time that she'd waited up  for him. Now, she walked into the kitchen, poured coffee into two cups  and carried it into the living room. The location was a deliberate  choice on her part. Their new and vibrant sensual connection had had an  unexpected side effect. Caleb was a very sexual man and she'd been  starving for him for too long to ever deny him. As a result, too many of  their problems were being buried under the blazing fire of their  lovemaking.

"Vicki?" he called out as he walked through the back door, obviously having seen the light.

"In here." Shifting several magazines to the side of the coffee table,  she wondered how she was going to broach the subject without creating a  huge fight. Sounding like a nag was the last thing she wanted to do but  this was important, both for her and for their child. As she'd told  Caleb, she refused to have their baby feel like an unwelcome obligation.

However, her priorities changed the second he walked in. She knew  something was terribly wrong. It wasn't because his suit was wet from  the rain or that his hair looked wildly tumbled as if he'd been running  his fingers through it. It was the bleak look in his eyes. The only time  she'd seen him look that way was the night he'd inadvertently revealed  his pain at the way she'd kicked him out of their home.