“Say. It.”
Her shiver echoed through his entire body and drew his balls up tight.
“Fuck me, Caleb.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw, leaned up to nip his earlobe. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
The precarious hold he had on his arousal threatened to break. He released her hands and walked forward, forcing her back on the bed. Her shirt rode up, the glittering gem resting in her belly button too much for him to resist. He bent down and ran his tongue around her navel, flicking the jewel before raising his gaze to hers.
“This ring is another thing that makes me crazy.” He toyed with it again. Her stomach fluttered as he placed his palms against her, caressing upward. “Show me the rest of you, Samantha. Raise up, sugar.”
Samantha arched her back as he pulled the shirt up and over her head. Light pink nipples peaked her breasts. He couldn’t wait to get them in his mouth, to watch them darken, draw impossibly tight as he worked her into a frenzy.
She leaned back on her elbows, a wicked smile on her lips. “Well? Was it worth the wait?”
He liked that she met his gaze dead on, not showing the least hesitation in revealing her body to him. It was sexy as hell that she was comfortable in her own skin.
She reached as if to stroke his face, but he pulled back. He couldn’t handle her hands on him. Not yet. After their argument and her declaration to be done with him, he was already skating on the outer limits of his control.
Grabbing her wrists again, he stretched her arms above her head. “Keep your hands here,” he demanded.
“And if I don’t?” She jerked against his hold.
He smiled and ducked his head. He captured a nipple between his teeth and tugged until she cried out. He soothed the reddened nub with the tip of his tongue. “Mmm, I could pleasure you for hours without giving you release.”
She sucked in a breath. “You wouldn’t.” Her hips moved against his leg, her body clearly game for whatever he had in mind.
“Oh, but I would. Make no mistake about it.” He traced his fingertips across her skin, pleased when it erupted with tiny bumps. “So soft. So responsive.”
“Yeah, well … it’s been a while.”
He smirked. “At least a few hours, right?”
Her shocked expression melted into a smile that was pure innocence. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Is that a fact?” Caleb pressed kisses to her neck, working his way from her ear to her collarbone. “Then what was all that moaning I heard earlier?”
Samantha lifted her head and bit into his shoulder. “You know, orgasms make the best sleeping pills.”
“Is that so?” He traced his tongue over the swell of her breast. “I think we should test that theory. What’s your recommended dosage, doc?”
“At least two. Maybe three.” She cocked a brow when he raised his gaze. “You up for it?”
He pressed his hard length against her. “Oh, I’m up, sugar. I’m definitely up.”
Her breath hitched and she arched her hips. “I hope you have enough condoms.”
Caleb chuckled as he tipped his chin toward her hands, giving her a final warning. “Keep those there.” He eased off the bed, taking a moment to enjoy the view.
Rich auburn hair framed her face and spilled over the sheets like a dream. Blue eyes, lazy with desire stared back at him, tempting him with open invitation.
Her lips, red and swollen from his kisses, curled up into a sultry smile. “How long are you going to make me wait?”
Caleb stomped the urge to take her then and there. He didn’t know if he’d have this opportunity again, and he wasn’t going to waste it. When he was finished, she’d know what it meant to share his bed, if only for a night. She thought to go on with her life, but her body would remember his touch.
He’d make sure of it.
“Just enjoying the view. Get used to it. Before we are through, there won’t a place left on your body that I’m not intimately familiar with.”
Her arms flexed as she gripped the sheets, but she never broke eye contact. “Take me then. I’m wet, Caleb. I’m ready for you. Wouldn’t you like to see what you’ve done to me?”
His cock jerked in powerful demand. In testing her, he’d test his own restraint. If she kept talking like that, he wouldn’t last another five minutes.
He leaned over and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. She arched her hips and in one smooth movement, he pulled them from her legs and tossed them aside.
Dark red curls formed a strip on her mound, ending abruptly at the top of her slit, leaving her sex bare and glistening. His mouth watered as he imagined plunging his tongue deep in her core, feeling that silky smoothness against his face, lapping at her juices until he was drunk on her.