Talking Dirty With the Player(37)

It was so wrong to let herself get into this situation again with him. But a part of her that had been sleeping for years was suddenly awake and it was hungry. So damn hungry.

She gave a soft, helpless moan, pressing her body against the hard, hot length of his, kissing him back passionately. Feverishly.

The hand gripping her jaw moved, sliding into her hair, fingers tangling in the strands, urging her head back so he could kiss her deeper. Harder. Another moan broke from her and she released his shirt, putting her arms around his neck, pressing against him, loving the feel of his hardness against her softness.

“And then,” he murmured, his voice on the edge of a growl. “I’ll undo the buttons of your shirt and kiss you somewhere else. Such as here, for example.”

He swept a hand up from her hip, cupping her breast through the silk of her shirt, his thumb brushing over one painfully hard nipple. The touch sent a sharp arrow of pleasure straight through her, making her shudder and arch into his hand, wanting more.

“Would you like me to do that, Judith?” he whispered against her skin. “Would you like me to kiss you here?” His thumb brushed over her again, sending another sharp bolt through her. “Lick you? Suck on your pretty nipples?”

The blatant eroticism of his words and the way he said her name, with no shortening or adornments, sent another shockwave over her skin. “I…I,” she choked, unable to get the words out. “God…”

And as if in answer, his mouth moved over her jaw, down her neck, to the base of her throat. Her eyes closed, fingers digging into the material of his jacket, gripping on to the powerful width of his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex and release under her hands as he moved.

Ahem. Weren’t you NOT going to do this again?

Yes, but then he’d promised, hadn’t he? He’d told her he wouldn’t let her down again. That he’d be there for when she needed him to be. And okay, she still had doubts, pretty major doubts it had to be said. Still, she was willing to give him a chance to prove himself.

Mainly though, she just wanted him. Now.

“Jude,” Caleb muttered, his breathing uneven. His hand moved, his thumb stroking over her nipple again. “If you don’t want this, you should probably tell me to stop.”

She shuddered, the breath catching in her throat. “If you stop now I’ll cut your heart out with a spoon and feed it to my cat for breakfast.”

“You don’t have a cat.”

“I could get one.”

He gave a ragged laugh, his arm circling her waist, a hand settling over one buttock and drawing her hips hard against his. “Don’t worry. I can’t stop. Christ… I’ve never forgotten that night we spent together. Never. And you feel just the same. So damn good.” He let out a breath. “Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

She could feel how good he thought that was, the evidence pressed insistently against her thigh.

Well she hadn’t forgotten, either. So maybe what they needed was a reminder. Another taste of it so they could put it behind them once and for all. After all, that’s what you did to satisfy a craving, wasn’t it?

She looked up into his eyes, saw the glitter of desire in them. “Do I look like I’m not okay with it?”

The breath hissed between his teeth. “I’m going to try, Jude. To be here as much as I can. I don’t know the filming schedule yet but I’m sure I can swing something. Maybe every second weekend, something like that.”

Judith put her fingers against his mouth, stopping the words. “Hey, don’t go overboard. You don’t have to start picking out china patterns and looking through wedding catalogs. This is just step one.”

He gave a shaky laugh, then said huskily, “You’ll be the death of me, babycakes.” His arms loosened and he let her go, stepping away from her toward the door. And for one awful minute she thought he was going to reject her again. But when he shut the door and put a chair up against it, she realized he had no intention of leaving.

He turned back, his black gaze holding hers. Her breath caught, her mouth went bone dry.

“Here?” she managed to get out.

Caleb shrugged off his jacket and laid it on the table then began undoing his tie. “Yeah, here.” He pulled the tie off, tossed it over the jacket. “I can’t wait.” His fingers moved to the top buttons of his shirt and began undoing them.

Judith took a shaken breath as it began to sink exactly what she’d asked for.

Sex with Caleb Steele. In her studio.





Chapter Seven


A flash of uncertainty lit Judith’s eyes but Caleb was on it, undoing his shirt as he stalked over to her, slipping his hand into her hair to cup the back of her head. Turning her face up so he could kiss her beautiful, pouty mouth again.