Page 139 of Wicked Games

“Caleb.” I think we’ve just decided condoms aren’t for us. I just… I know it’s silly, but I don’t want anything separating us. I take my birth control religiously, so… “Fuck me.”

He tips his head back and grins. “Eager, are you?”

I grab his face and slam my lips to his, showing him just how eager I am. My hands go to his pants, unzipping them, then navigating his hard length out. He jumps in my hand.

He tugs my panties to the side.

I’m soaking wet. His finger pushes into me, curling, and my eyelids flutter.

His hands go to my hips, lifting me slightly, and he slides in. We both groan. He just… fits. Perfection.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, claiming my lips again in a quick kiss.

His teeth drag against my lower lip. There’s no more talking after that. We stare into each other’s eyes. He guides the pace, slamming me down on him. Our faces are close enough that we could kiss if either of us moved a fraction of an inch closer.

He leans me back and suddenly hits a whole new spot. My mouth parts. I hang on to his shoulders, letting him press me back on the steering wheel. He darts forward, leaving a trail of kisses down my throat, my collarbone. He bites my breast, then soothes it with his tongue a second later.

Kiss.

Bite.

Lick.

My fingers slip into his hair, tugging. I’m coming undone, thread by thread. Falling apart in his hands. He sucks on my nipple, and that’s it.

His gaze flies up to mine. I shatter. My whole body pulses. He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him as the orgasm sweeps through me. I don’t realize we’ve stilled until I slowly come back.

“Hold on,” he warns me.

He grips my waist and thrusts his hips up. I tighten my grip on his shoulders, and he pounds into me without restraint. Chasing a high.

A minute later, he freezes, his eyes on me. He groans.

We stare at each other.

I’m caught entirely in his web.

…and then reality returns. The game. The party. Andtomorrow.

He catches my face in his hands. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Disappear again.”

“I’m not.”

“Youwon’t,” he corrects. “You’re trying to do it now.”

Bossy as ever.

“Say it.”

I sigh. “I won’t disappear again.”

He squints at me. “No matter what happens tomorrow. No matter what happens with my family or our past.” He shakes his wrist, drawing my attention to his bracelet. “You promised.”

I smile, running my finger over his bracelet. The fact that he wears it openly, unashamed, makes my heart sing. “I did promise.”

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