Page 62 of The Billionaire's Runaway Bride

“Don’t you dare,” Caleb warns. His words don’t hold a threatening heat. Instead, I hear the desperate and needy plea in them. “Don’t you dare think about giving this up.”

I shake my head, rolling my cheek along his until I reach his ear.

“I don’t want to.” It’s the truth that I whisper into his ear. I don’t. I can’t bear to think of losing Caleb, yet I tack on the other half of that honest thought. “But I can’t see how we can make it work.”

“Simple.” He turns, pressing me to the mattress. His hand strokes down to slip beneath my shorts as he kisses me long and hard. He rubs his finger along my slit, collecting and spreading the wetness there. I’m lost to arguing his overgeneralized reply. Simple? Nothing between us is simple. Nothing about my past is simple. But this desire streaking through me is. It’s a simple desire pushing me toward him, and I don’t go lazy with it.

As he fingers me and kisses me with a tongue-curling insistence, I fumble to tug at his shirt. He backs up enough and pulls his lips from me just long enough to yank it off. It’s up and over his head by the time I’m working on his pants. “Simple?” I retort.

Forfeiting common sense for another chance to make love with him isn’t simple, but it’s something I’m powerless to stop. Not because he takes power from me and is forcing me to go along with this, but because I need him with such intensity I can’t imagine depriving myself. This is all me. My need. And if I’m considering running back to Jeremy like I’m expected to, I’ll take every last minute that I can get to be with Caleb.

“Simple,” he grates as he slides his pants off in a mad rush. His eyes are glittering with lust, and his lips are hanging open as he struggles to catch his breath. “You shut out all that other stuff. And you focus on this moment.”

I claw at my shirt. “Help.” I arch up and he delivers, yanking the shirt and bra up. They end at my wrists, but he doesn’t delay. He latches his mouth to one of my breasts while he cups the other in that deliciously rough way he does.

“You focus on this moment,” he repeats moving his mouth over mine. Then his hot breath whips over my wet nipple, and the exposure to the air thrills me, making me thrust up to bring it closer to him. “And you tell me what you want.”

I reach for him and wrap my fingers around his thick length.

Again, he’s letting me lead. But that’s not how it should be, not every time. Since we fell into this not-fling, he’s been extra careful and diligent not to overstep. I know he’s being super considerate and slow in waiting for my directions, but I’m not delicate. I can trust him and know it’s not him controlling me, but a give-and-take. A mutual connection. It’s not fair for him to tiptoe around my needs. I want to blow his mind, too. I want to be all that he desires.

“No. Not this time.” If it’s the last time, I want to pleasure him. I want the high of knowing I can be this woman for him and give him a lasting impression of how much he matters to me.

“What do you want?” I ask as I pump his hard dick.

He grins, a lethally sexy smile that makes me wetter. I ache for him and the promise that lurks in his smoldering gaze. “You.”

“How?” I taunt.

“You really want to know?” he asks, catching on to how my mood has shifted. I’m offering, and he’s not going to pass up on that. I moan into his drugging kiss and whimper when he backs away.

“These lips.” He captures one with his thumb and tugs it down. I don’t hesitate, sucking on his digit. “Wrapped around me.”

I release his thumb with a pop, then smile and crawl back. We both rearrange ourselves on my bed. He leans back while I crawl down to his dick that stands up begging for my attention. I thought he would lie back all the way, but he doesn’t. Sitting up, he stares down at me with the pillows splayed behind him. His heavy stare remains on me as I lower myself and lick the tip of his dick. It’s salty and tangy, and so strangely tasty I decide I won’t drag this out. I swirl my tongue around his cockhead and then do just as I dreamed of. With the tip of my tongue, I trace the veins and lines of his rigid erection. My hand doesn’t leave him, and I make sure to keep the steady pressure of my fingers wrapped around his dick as I rub him.

“Sweetheart.” It’s a moan of agony and a growl of need all at once. A benediction. And I can’t help but smile as I close my mouth over him, sucking lightly at first. Once I’ve gotten him slick and wet, drooling as he stretches my lips, I sink lower. His grunts and hisses guide me, showing me what he likes by how much faster he breathes when I suck harder or focus on slowing the swirls of my tongue.

“That’s it,” he says huskily.

I’m not sure if he realizes it, but he’s bucking up into me. Nearly gagging, I concentrate on breathing through my nose and bob up and down. Fast and slow, then with my tongue playing with his tip. I explore and tease to my heart’s content.

He reaches for my shoulders, rubbing me there, not keeping me down. I’m glad he doesn’t grip my head and smash my face down. He wouldn’t. He isn’t like Jeremy.

No. Don’t go there. Don’t think about it.

But the comparison has entered my mind. I can’t fathom a return to the lackluster life I almost committed to in marriage. Nothing will ever compare to being able to play with and enjoy Caleb like this, knowing I’m driving him crazy. It’s empowering and filthy, an irresistible combination that makes my pussy throb and my nipples ache.

“Please. Lauren.” His fingers clutch my shoulders. “Sweetheart, I’m going to come.”

That’s the idea…

“I want to come in you. With you.” He gasps around the begging. “I want to feel you squeeze me so tight and milk me dry.”

I moan, and he tenses at the vibration.

“Please!”

I smile as I release him. He shoots me a desperate look and grabs for me. His hands hook under my arms, and with one curling motion, he sits back to lie flat. Dragging me up over his body, he torments me with the friction. My legs drape apart, falling to either side of his. I’m delirious with need, still catching my breath from the marathon of sucking him close to orgasm. He grunts when my soaked pussy covers his dick, and with his hand snaking between us, he uses his fingers, and shuffling, lifts his hips to knock his dick at my entrance.

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