Page 75 of Hate Me

He grasped the sides of my face, urgency spilling from him. “I’m not, Cas. I’m back where I belong, with you, with the four of us. Now, I can keep proving that to you over and over, and you can keep coming at me with all that passive-aggressiveness—and pure aggressiveness too—or you can allow yourself to remember that I’ve always been a man of my word, and trust in it without the need for all that fight.” He stroked his thumbs along my jawline, heat emanating just from that slight, intimate touch. “Either way, I’ll still be standing here with you.”

I removed his hands from my face and his dejected look hit me in the gut as he clearly thought I was pushing him away and going to continue to hold him at arms’ length.

With that in mind, it was all the more startling for him when I actually smiled and reached out, running my fingers through the thick stubble lining his jaw. “I like this.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed, continuing to play with it, and watching with delight as he started nuzzling against my fingers.

“Better than my former clean-shaven look?”

“Mmm hmm.” I showed him just how much as I leaned in and licked along his jaw line.

A sexy groan came from him, the likes of which I hadn’t heard for so long. That, combined with his revelations and his closeness, took me over.

Then I was grabbing his nape, angling him, and crushing my lips to his.

He rose to it right away, and our tongues were tangling in the next moment, lips smacking, teeth gnashing as that long-denied passion between us detonated.

His fingers tangled in my hair, trying to pull me closer still.

“Fuck, Cas,” he moaned as I licked along his full lips, then trailed down across his throat.

He worked to unbutton my white dress shirt. Thankfully, I’d disposed of my tie and suit jacket when I’d first arrived home earlier.

Even still, he was so frantic about it that he couldn’t summon the patience to take it one button at a time, when he was so desperate to touch me skin-to-skin. So, with a grunt, he ripped my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. He shoved it off my shoulders, then I pulled it down my arms and tossed it across the kitchen, not giving a damn.

His hands were all over my pecs then, running down my abs, all fucking over, heating me everywhere, making my blood roar in my ears.

I shoved his jacket off his shoulders, then he was there ripping his tee off in the next moment, baring his sculpted torso in all its glory.

He lunged at me, knocking me back into the counter as he sucked and bit at my nipples, then made his way down my chest, making me undulate against the counter.

“Fucking missed you,” he was murmuring to himself. “Fucking missed this.”

I normally had control to die for, but that wasn’t with me right now.

I couldn’t take it, it had been far too long.

I needed him. Now.

“No more foreplay,” I growled, wrenching open the belt of my suit pants, popping my fly, and shoving them down to the tops of my thighs.

Caleb stilled with his erotic attentions as he saw my cock had sprung free.

The seductive bastard licked his lips as he stared at it for several intense moments, before looking back up at me and smirking like the little devil that he was.

He lowered himself to his knees and wrapped his hand around the base, drawing a long groan from me.

He held my gaze as he opened his mouth and took the crown into his delectable mouth.

I slapped my hand down on the counter as he slicked his tongue over the sensitive skin, then pulled at my piercings with his teeth, before suckling on them.

“Mmm… that’s it, lovely.”

He had me leaking for him in moments, clearly remembering just the way I needed it from him, he wasn’t missing a beat. And the familiarity of it, the uniqueness of when he and I came together like this, had me further sinking into it all, giving myself over to us.

“Fuck, Cas,” he uttered on a hoarse breath as he started licking up my shaft, while tugging open his jeans and shoving them down. “Missed the taste of you too.”

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