Page 13 of His Wild Desire

Caleb is still sound asleep, his chiseled features relaxed. He looks so much younger in this unguarded state, the deep grooves of strain smoothed away from the corners of those full lips and the crease between his brows.

Unable to resist, my fingertips ghost over the sandpapery stubble lining that strong jaw, and a tiny shiver dances down my spine at the rasp of coarse hair against my skin.

Emboldened, I allow my gaze to wander further, tracing the broad expanse of his shoulders and the sinewy cords of muscle rippling beneath the tanned, hair-dusted skin of his arms. The quilt has slipped dangerously low, pooling at his narrow hips to reveal the dusting of dark hair arrowing downward from his navel in a trail that practically begs to be followed.

Heat blooms low in my core as I drink in every rugged, masculine inch of him. This close, the scent of pine and smoke and sheer maleness surrounds me, heady and intoxicating. I find myself leaning closer, drawn to his raw, earthy essence like a moth to a flame.

Caleb stirs with a sleepy grumble, his arm tightening around my waist to tug me flush against the solid wall of his chest. His nose grazes the sensitive skin just below my ear, and my eyes drift shut as his warm exhale sends tingles skittering across my flesh.

"Morning," he rumbles, his gravelly voice still thick with sleep. Those brilliant blue eyes slowly blink open, holding my gaze with an intensity that has my pulse kicking up a notch.

"Morning," I echo breathlessly.

His full lips curve into a lazy half-smile as he studies me through those ridiculously long lashes. "You're staring," he murmurs, the low timbre of his voice vibrating against my skin.

"So?" I challenge, arching a brow. "Maybe I like what I see."

The words are out before I can rein them back. But instead of the teasing deflection I'd expected, Caleb's eyes darken to a molten blue that has my heart stuttering in my chest.

"Is that so?" he drawls, the rough pads of his fingertips trailing a blazing path down the curve of my spine.

I can only manage a breathless nod. My tongue darts out to wet my suddenly dry lips, and I don't miss the way Caleb's gaze tracks the movement with hungry intensity.

Then his mouth is on mine, claiming me in a searing kiss that instantly has desire licking through my veins. His hand slides into my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss as his tongue sweeps between my parted lips.

A soft, needy whimper escapes the back of my throat as he rolls me onto my back, those big hands roaming with possessiveness, skimming the bare flesh of my thighs, bunching the worn flannel of his shirt higher. His rough fingertips leave a trail of delicious friction against my skin as he maps every dip and curve.

With a low, rumbling groan, he tugs the borrowed flannel up and over my head in one fluid motion, baring me to his smoldering gaze.

"Christ, you're beautiful," he murmurs reverently, and then his mouth is on me again, trailing down the valley between my breasts. My back arches as his teeth graze my nipple, the sharp sting sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting straight to my core.

"Caleb..." I moan his name, the sound catching in my throat as his clever tongue works its magic. My fingers tangle in those unruly dark locks, holding him to me like a lifeline.

His mouth moves to my other breast as his hands skim down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and with a swift tug, they're gone, disappearing somewhere in the tangle of blankets, leaving me completely naked beneath him.

Caleb gives my nipple one last tug before pulling back and drinking in the sight of me, just like he did by the stream.

"You're mine," he rasps in a low, gravelly tone.

There's no room for a teasing retort, no coy deflection. I can only nod mutely, utterly transfixed by the intensity blazing in those bright blue depths. In this moment, I am undeniably, unequivocally his.

He kneels between my thighs, spreading me wide, and my breath hitches as I feel his warm exhale against my slick folds. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he leans in to taste me.

The first swipe of his tongue is like a bolt of lightning, jolting me awake and setting my nerve endings ablaze. He laps at me hungrily, his tongue swirling and flicking, driving me wild. My fingers fist in the blankets, knuckles white, as I surrender to the pleasure he's wringing from my body.

"You taste so damn good, princess," he growls against my flesh, his warm breath sending a shiver of pleasure through me. "I could feast on you all fucking day."

Caleb's fingers join then, sliding through my wetness to circle my clit, and I buck beneath him, a strangled cry torn from my lips. The dual sensations are too much, too intense, and yet I crave more, aching for that elusive peak just beyond my grasp.

"That's it, baby," he croons, his voice laced with dark promise. "Ride my fingers. Take what you need."

I obey, grinding against his hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, hitting that perfect spot that sets my entire body alight. His tongue never lets up, licking and sucking at my clit until I'm teetering on the edge of oblivion, my body tensed like a bowstring.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through me. "I want to feel you come apart on my tongue."

And with those words, I shatter, my orgasm barreling through me like a freight train, stealing my breath and leaving me boneless in its wake. Caleb's hands and mouth never leave me, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body before he finally, mercifully, allows me to drift back down to earth.

My breath comes in ragged pants as I try to regain my lost sense of equilibrium, but the respite is brief. Caleb leans back on his knees, his dark gray eyes ablaze with hunger, and I watch, entranced, as he pulls his thick, straining cock from his boxers.

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