Caleb cocked his head to the side when his vision reached her lap, pondering once again whether she wore panties. His dick was painfully heavy, straining against the nylon of his shorts. One look and she’d know how hard he was for her.
He didn’t have to fake a hungry expression when he met her eyes again.
“Caleb? What the hell?” She crossed her arms over her breasts, appearing nervous. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He watched the rise and fall of her chest, her breaths coming faster now.
His chuckle sounded foreign in his ears. Dark and husky. “Your hair is such a deep, rich red, Samantha. I wonder…” He let his gaze drift down once again. “Is the hair that covers your pussy just as red? Or do you shave?”
“Had a lot of experience with the grooming habits of women, have you? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” She laughed, seemingly unaffected by his blunt statement.
Caleb knew better, could see it in the flush of her skin and in the way she clenched her thighs together. He knew his way around a woman’s body. He took pride in giving pleasure. He’d learned to watch, to pay attention to every sound, movement, and shift. To ignore a woman’s needs in search of his own would be a grave injustice, because there was nothing more beautiful, more satisfying, than a woman in the throes of passion.
She cleared her throat. “I assure you, this color is natural, if that’s what you were wondering.”
“Hmm.” He pretended to consider her answer. He’d meant to shock her—give her a taste of what she’d given him over the years. But, the game didn’t matter anymore. There was only one way this was going to play out. “Your nipples are hard. I’ll bet they’re the color of your lips, and taste just as sweet.”
“Shut the hell up. You don’t know what I taste like. Whatever you’re trying to do, stop it. It’s not funny.”
His cock jumped at the thought of tasting her. For once, his brain and his lower extremity were on the same page. Caleb shoved his fingers through her hair and jerked her head back. “I’m about to find out.”
Samantha whimpered a second before he pressed his lips to hers. He waited a moment, savoring the feel of her soft lips against his and giving her time to slap the shit out of him. Instead, she reached up and grabbed the back of his head, holding him in place as she opened her lips and offered him her tongue.
Not offered. Demanded.
If the vixen thought she’d wrestle control from him, she had another thing coming.
He tightened his grip, a subtle reminder of where he wanted her.
She broke away. “Caleb. What are you —”
He jerked her to her feet and captured her wrists, forcing her hands behind her back. He crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal assault, need overpowering any thought he might’ve had about being gentle. He kept hold of her as he pushed his tongue past her lips, ready for her to either bite him or knee him in the balls. But the taste of her … so worth it. The sweet and spicy essence of her mouth filled him as he took possession.
Samantha latched onto his tongue and sucked hard, still wrestling him for control. Caleb tightened his grip, tugged her hands with a growled warning as he slid his tongue against hers. Like a man starved, he feasted on her mouth.
Samantha relaxed, her hardened nipples brushing against his chest, begging for attention. He shifted his grip, holding her tight with one hand while he smoothed the other under her shirt to cup her breast.
“Apparently, we haven’t communicated very well. So, let me break it down for you.”
“Caleb.” She quivered as he passed his thumb over her nipple, causing the dimpled skin to peak further.
“When I said you make me crazy, I should’ve said you make me hard as fucking concrete.” He rolled the tight bud between his thumb and forefinger, testing her sensitivity. “I should’ve said I’m dying to feel your pussy wrapped around me. You make me crazy with the need to fuck you.”
Hunger tore through his system, ripped at his guts, as he forced himself to go slow. “Tell me you want this, Samantha.”
Her eyes were glazed over with desire. “Caleb.”
She strained against him, but he held firm. “Say it, Samantha. Tell me you want me.”
His tone dared her to deny it. This was a bad idea, but god help him, the only way he’d stop was if she pushed him away. But he knew she wanted him, and he’d be damned if she’d claim otherwise when they were through.
He rubbed his aching cock against her belly. “Do you feel how hard I am for you? Do you want to feel me pump inside your sweet body?”
She bit her upper lip and nodded.