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Pulling her close and dropping his hands to the small of her back, he said, “You’re perfect,” before taking her mouth with his. He could taste hints of the peach cobbler she’d had for dessert and the strawberry in her lip gloss. For months after she’d left, Caleb couldn’t even look at a strawberry without experiencing an intense surge of longing.

She opened to him with complete surrender, a moan of pleasure escaping her throat. He knew exactly how she felt.

Caleb had decided, when this night finally came, that he’d go slow and make the most of every second, but Snow’s moans turned to bites as she tugged on his shirt with great determination.

“Off,” she said, breathless and impatient. “This needs to come off.”

He pulled the cotton over his head, happy to oblige, and reveled in the feel of her slender fingers gliding through the thin hair covering his pecs. Snow took his mouth again, straining against him as if she couldn’t get close enough. Another sensation he understood well. Drawing the burgundy sweater over her mass of dark brown curls, Caleb threw the garment onto the floor and filled his hands with black lace. He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples and felt them pebble against the delicate material.

“God, I’ve missed this,” she said, climbing onto the bed on her knees. She kissed him like a drowning woman fighting for air, then pulled back. “Am I going too fast? Because this doesn’t feel fast enough for me.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Like I said,” Caleb answered, joining her on the bed, “you’re in charge tonight. We can go as fast or as slow as you want, but if you keep looking at me like that, this could go faster than either of us would like.”

Snow giggled. “Then we’ll have an excuse to do it again.”

“Oh, we’ll do it again,” he said, taking her down to the mattress. “I promise you that.”

Chapter 16

How had she slept next to this man six nights in a row and stayed on her own side of the bed the whole time? Sheer stupidity was the only answer she could think of.

And then Caleb’s lips trailed down her neck and she stopped thinking altogether.

One black strap slid down over her shoulder as his mouth traveled to the swell of her breast. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine as he slowly eased lower and lower. If he didn’t move things along, she feared she might die right there, clinging to his shoulders and melting in a ball of fire.

“Caleb, please,” she murmured, arching her back.

“Please what?” he said as the other strap descended down her arm. “Tell me what you want.”

She hadn’t realized that when he said she was calling the shots, that he expected her to actually call the shots. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know what she wanted.

In frustration, she pushed on his shoulder. “You know,” she said, her nails digging into his flesh. Why hadn’t she taken off the damn bra with her shirt? She needed his lips on her. His teeth driving her crazy. She needed to get them out of these clothes.

Leaning on one elbow, Caleb pressed her curls back from her face and waited. What was he waiting for? Snow opened her eyes to see him staring back at her, desire evident in his gaze.

“Tell me what you want,” he repeated. “Take the lead.”

The man could steer her around a crowded dance floor, but now he wanted to follow. This wasn’t how things had been between them. He’d always taken charge in the bedroom, and Snow didn’t see any reason to complain when he sent her soaring every time.

But then she realized what he was giving her. She was a woman in full control. She ran her own business. She’d built her own life in a new town. She was in charge, and Caleb understood what all of that meant to her. Now he was giving her the reins to control him.

The surge of power from that thought alone threatened to send her over the edge. She couldn’t stop the smile that curved her lips. “I want your mouth on my breasts,” she said, her voice weaker than she liked. With more authority she added, “But first, I want you naked in my bed.”

The admiring grin he flashed felt like a well-earned reward.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, his lower-than-usual voice vibrating through her body. Cool air drew goose bumps along her flesh as Caleb crawled off the bed, never taking his eyes from hers. With slow, deliberate movements, he undid his jeans and slid them down his powerful thighs. Grasping the headboard for balance, he pulled them off, taking his socks with them. His full arousal was evident behind the black boxer briefs.

“Wait,” she said, before he could push the underwear over his hips. “Let me.” A tiny voice in Snow’s brain screamed, What are you doing? but she stayed the course, scooting to the edge of the bed. “Come closer,” she ordered, and Caleb did as asked without complaint.

She explored him first through the cotton material, fascinated by how easily she could make him moan. The sound was like a drug, and she wanted more. Much more. With a hand on each hip, she slid the waistband down to reveal the vee that made her mouth water. By the time the elastic reached mid-thigh, Caleb was trembling and a glance at his face revealed his struggle to hold on.

Once the briefs fell to his feet, Caleb shifted as if to join her on the bed. “Not yet,” Snow said, her hands on his hips.

In a strained voice, he said, “I thought you wanted me naked in your bed.”

Trailing a finger over the front of his thigh, she said, “I’ve changed my mind.”

She could have sworn she heard him say, “Oh, God,” as she took him in hand, but Snow was too focused on her target to be sure. He was hot and pulsing, and she realized she’d never done this with the lights on. Never explored him at her leisure. There was so much she’d been missing out on.

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