Right. “Let’s get rid of this.”
Samantha raised her arms and he pushed her top up, over her breasts. Those rosy tips beckoned for attention, so he let her finish the job as he lowered his head and pulled a nipple between his teeth.
Caleb felt more than heard the breath leave her chest, as if she was preparing to endure something annoying. He didn’t take offense. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to learn her nipples needed more than passive stimulation to provide her any pleasure. He’d figured that out last night, within seconds of touching her. What he did take offense to was that she seemed to believe he wouldn’t get her there.
O ye, of little faith.
He firmed his bite just enough to get her attention, yet not cause her unwanted pain. He trailed his fingertips around the soft mound until he cupped her breast, lifting it more firmly to his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the hardened tip before nipping at her again, teasing her nerve endings with the different sensations.
While his mouth and hand were busy, his other hand roamed. He’d never gotten this hard by just touching a woman before. With Samantha, he couldn’t get enough. He was addicted to the warmth and softness of her skin.
Caleb wondered what it’d be like to have her next to him in bed. To wrap himself in the comfort of her body. He wanted to find out.
He worked her nipple until she squirmed, then moved to give the other the same attention, biting and sucking until she moaned with pleasure.
Her nails bit into his biceps. “That’s so good. God, Caleb. How do you make everything feel so damned good?”
A surge of male pride went through him. He released her breast and shoved his shorts down his legs. She made quick work of her own panties, the delicate material joining his shorts on the floor.
As long as he lived, the image of Samantha, naked and spread on his counter, would be burned into his memory.
He placed his palm between her breasts and urged her to lean back. He was dying to taste her, to bury his face in her sex and feast for hours. His cock had a different plan. And wouldn’t you know, he didn’t have a condom within reach.
As if she’d read his mind, Samantha gave him a shy smile. The uncharacteristic expression hardened him even further.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’ve been tested. I mean, I’m safe if you —”
Her voice broke off on a gasp as Caleb jerked her legs forward and surged into her. He was safe and had the vague awareness of mumbling something to that affect as he fought not to come. He’d had his fair share of bedmates, but never without protection. Not until now. The fact that he was the first man to ever feel her heat, skin-to-skin … fuck. A fierce possessiveness burned through him as the slick, pulsing walls of her sex squeezed around him, pushed him to the brink.
One second, two. Breathe in, breathe out.
Sweet mercy, she was tight.
Samantha’s back arched, her heels pressed hard into his ass. He’d pulled her from the counter and she gripped it from behind, holding herself in place for him. “Please, Caleb.”
Lust gripped his balls and he shook with the need to come. He’d never known such hunger, such desire for a woman before. Desperation drove him.
Digging his hands into her ass, he ground his pelvis against hers. She returned the favor, the counter providing her greater leverage to rock back and forth on his cock.
“Hold on tight.”
He didn’t give her time to respond. He shifted his feet, eased back before slamming into her. Over and over, he sank into her until his legs burned under the strain.
But still, he didn’t stop. Didn’t ever want to stop.
How had he lived without this? Without her?
Samantha tightened around him and screamed his name as she came undone. His breath caught as her orgasm sparked his own. He emptied his balls within her body, filling her. Marking her. Giving her what no other man had.
Caleb yanked Samantha up and kissed her, unable to express his sudden feelings for the gift she’d given him in any other way. He eased her up until she could sit on the counter and wrapped her in his arms.
The stillness of the room accentuated the sounds of their breathing. The smell of sex and sweat clung to them, meaning they would both need a shower.
Just as soon as he could move.
For the moment, he was happy staying just like this. With Samantha’s naked body against his, basking in the afterglow, his mind was quiet. For once, the outside world didn’t exist.
And, for once, she wasn’t yelling at him.
“Caleb?” Samantha snuggled against his chest.
“Yeah, sugar?”
“You should realize you’ve been an ass more often.”
Chapter 9
“It’ll be light soon,” Caleb mused.