“Believe it or not, I didn’t put them on for your benefit.” Her voice sounded weird, all rusty and cracked.
Caleb’s gentle hands stroked her thighs in a caressing movement, tracing the tops of her stay-ups. The remains of the panic began to be replaced by a sensual, insistent ache.
“Well, they’re for my benefit now.” His fingertips drew tiny circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her shiver. “You feel so soft…” They moved higher, hooking into the waistband of her panties, easing them down.
Judith wanted to say something in return, about him, about how he felt, but she couldn’t get her voice to work. All she could do was look at him as he spread her legs, settling himself between her thighs.
She shuddered as his entirely bare body pressed against the length of hers. She still had her shirt on, and should have felt less exposed but somehow, with her skirt hiked up around her waist and her bra half off, she felt even more naked than he was. Especially when he looked at her. His smile had vanished, the handsome lines of his face drawn tight. He stared down at her as if he wanted to devour her.
The ache inside her wound tighter and tighter. The intensity began to scare her. As if she was on an out-of-control roller coaster, going so fast, careening around corners and corkscrewing through spirals. Going so fast she couldn’t get off.
“Caleb,” she said, wanting to relieve the intensity somehow. Slow the roller coaster down. But she didn’t get the chance because his head lowered, his mouth moved to her throat, and the words tangled themselves up inside her head. She gripped his shoulders, feeling the shift of powerful muscles beneath her palms as his mouth moved lower.
This was so familiar. He was so familiar. There was nothing to be scared of, right? She remembered lying beneath him just like this while he kissed her. Stroked her. Made her feel things she’d never felt before. And it had been so good. So right.
The panic began to evaporate, and a heavy, heated sensuality crept through her. There was no need to worry, no need to feel afraid. Not when he was here.
She let her hands slide down the curve of his back, reveling in the satin of his skin. God, he felt just like she remembered.
His mouth had found her nipple again, and she gave a little gasp as he sucked gently on it, arching up into him, wanting more. She let her legs fall open even wider, tilting her pelvis so her hips pressed against his, shuddering with reaction as the hard length of his erection nudged the soft, wet folds of her sex. He was so hot, his weight on her making her want to push against him. Move. Relieve the building ache.
His teeth closed on her nipple, not hard enough for pain but enough to send a bolt of electric pleasure straight down her spine. She dug her nails into the muscles of his back, shaking. “Oh…Cal,” she panted. “Please…”
“Please what?” His voice was impossibly deep and rough and sexy, his breath against her skin.
Heat swept through her. “You know…”
He lifted his head, looking down at her, his mouth curving in that wicked way. “Yeah, I know. I want to hear you say it.”
Bloody hell. This hadn’t happened last time. She swallowed. “T-t-touch me.”
His smile became even more wicked, dark eyes full of heat and desire. “And where do you want me to touch you?”
Oh, he was bad. So bad. He made her want to be bad, too. She took his hand, pushed it down between her thighs. “Here,” she said thickly.
“Here?” His fingers brushed through her curls, so near and yet so far. Tantalizing her.
She squirmed, trying to encourage his touch where she so desperately needed it. “Yes…right there…”
“Where, Jude?” His thumb circled, teasing. “Say it for me.”
God. She shut her eyes. “Touch my c-clit.”
His breath was hot on her neck. “Like this?” The teasing thumb brushed the achingly sensitive flesh between her thighs.
She gasped, sparks bursting behind her eyes. “Yes…More…”
“More?” His fingers shifted down, stroking the slick folds of her sex. “You’re going to have to tell me what more you want.”
Oh, she was going to kill him for making her do this. That was if she didn’t die of embarrassment first. “Put your fingers inside me.”
Caleb gave a soft growl of approval that only stoked the flames higher. “Yeah, darling. I like your dirty talk.” His fingers moved, one slowly easing into her.
She groaned, sinking her nails harder into his back, her hips lifting helplessly against his hand. The ache had deepened, become insistent. “Yes…oh…God…there. More, Cal. Please…”