Page 51 of Never Yours

He pulls me closer until our bodies are melding as one. “You’re beautiful. I don’t need to be inside you, I just need to hold you.”

Even after today, I don’t fear him like he thinks. I nestle closer and wrap my arms tighter around his middle, no matter how uncomfortable my bra is. After being in his arms for a while, he settles his hand on the middle of my back, and he scratches where my clasp usually is.

“I’ve had to swap to a nursing bra,” I laugh. “I’ve been leaking already.”

Cay chuckles then glances down. “Fuck, you’re still wearing that sexy dress from earlier.” He sits upright and rushes out, “Do you want to change? Can I get you comfortable pants, a shirt, your favorite bra…”

“No, I’ll get it,” I laugh. “One sec.” I get up and change into a pair of comfortable boy-shorts and one of his tees. The moment I slip on the shirt, a rumble comes from his chest. “Don’t you dare pretend that this is attractive.” I slide into bed next to him. Caleb takes off his pants and shirt, his body significantly more toned than I remember. “There isn’t an ounce of body fat on you. How is that fair?”

“You stripped down to show off your perfect body that I’ve been missing for months. You're right, pretty sure I’m getting the better deal here.”

“You pronounced ‘whale’ wrong.”

“Don’t talk about my wife that way.”

“Cay,” I say carefully, “you know I’m not your wife, right?”

“I know.” He sighs, wraps me tightly in his arms, and admits, “For now.”

Even if he’s right, this feels exactly like it did when I arrived in Sapphire Lake. Neither of us are going to take our time. Caleb is inevitable. I can try to fight this, but one day he’s going to slip a ring on my finger… and the thought no longer scares me.

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After a short nap, I wake to the sound of the shower. It takes me a second to put together where I am, but soft moans echo from the bathroom and have me sitting up. I know damn well what she’s doing.

Sliding out of bed, I follow the sweet gasps, finding the outline of Ingrid bracing herself against the wall with her other hand between her legs. I push open the shower door, making her jump.

“Cay!” she squeaks. “You’re awake.” My eyes fall to her hand barely covering her pussy, and she quickly pulls it away. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I slip off my boxer briefs and step into the shower, my gaze never leaving hers as the steam surrounds us. Brushing the wet hair off her shoulder, I press a gentle kiss to the crook of her neck, and a whimper passes her lips.

“I missed you.” Her breath is broken as her fingers rake through my hair.

“Did you finish?”

“No,” she sheepishly whispers. “But”—I swipe the pad of my thumb over her peaked nipple, making her gasp—“you don’t have to.”

I graze my teeth against the side of her neck. “Do you want me to?”

“Please.” Her breathless beg will forever be my undoing.

Peppering sweet kisses up her neck, I whisper, “Tell me you’re mine, Ingrid.” While I’ve loved her my whole life, now that I have her, I’m deathly afraid of losing her. I need to hear it.

She cups my face and brings my lips to hers. Her tongue teasing, begging for entry as I graze my knuckle against her clit, eliciting a moan from her. “I’m yours, but?—”

I slip a finger inside her, and, fuck, she’s tight. “But what?”

“Please don’t rush this.”

“There’s no three-minute timer,” I chuckle. “I’ll happily taste and touch you for hours.”

Ingrid rests her forehead on my chest and takes a deep breath. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” Curling my finger inside her, I tease her clit with my thumb. It’s not enough, I have to taste her. “I’m going to take care of you, and once you come for me, I’m spending the rest of the night with you in my arms while you tell me everything that has happened since I left.”

I drop to my knees and spread her legs, pressing a kiss to her belly. I missed so much in such a short time, the need to make up for it overcomes me. Moving lower, I add a finger and lick small firm circles around her clit.

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