Page 47 of Shameless With Him

I arched at the tug, then kept going, kept rubbing, kept kissing.

His hands were under my shirt, cupping me over my bra, and I wiggled, wanting more.

“You like that?” he asked.

“I think I want more.”

“I can do that. Anything you want, Zoey. I can do that.”

I opened my eyes then, trying to figure out exactly what he meant by that, but then his lips were on mine, and I wasn’t thinking at all anymore.

He slid up my shirt, and then I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head.

When his lips went to my breasts, and he sucked my nipple through my bra, I shivered, wanting more.

“Look at you with all this lace under that prim and proper shirt of yours.” He blew cool air over the lace of my bra, my nipples tightening into hard points, and I groaned.

“I like feeling pretty even when I’m usually covered in dirt.”

“I’m a lucky man, then,” he said and then went back to sucking on my nipples, tugging down the lace of my bra so he could get to my flesh.

His mouth was so warm, intoxicating, and I wanted more. I pressed my breast more firmly into his face. He bit down gently, and I squeezed my legs tighter around his waist.

“Did you like that?” he asked, laughing.

“Yes,” I said, not able to figure out what else to say just then. I had pretty much lost the ability to speak.

He kept tugging, licking, biting, and just when I was about to squirm, needing release, he arched his body up and rubbed against me.

“Caleb,” I gasped.

“Do you want me?” he asked, and I nodded.

“I need you to say the word, Zoey. Because this changes everything. You get that? You need to say the words.”

I met his gaze and nodded. I knew this would change everything. This was on my checklist. I knew that. And I wanted the change. I wanted this. And so, I nodded again and spoke. “Yes. Please.”

“Okay, then, Zoey-girl.”

He reached around and undid the clasp on my bra, and I licked my lips before he went back to kissing me and then playing with my breasts. I was ready to come, needed to, but he wouldn’t let me. Instead, he kept playing, pushing me closer to the point of ecstasy, but not over the edge.

“Caleb, please.”

I didn’t know what I was asking for, all I knew was that I needed it. But he kept kissing me, and then his hand slid around to my butt and pushed under my leggings, moving between my legs. I groaned as his fingers delved between my hot flesh, slick, aching.

“So wet for me,” he growled against my lips.

“Apparently, you do things to me.” I had almost added the phrase always. I didn’t want to show him everything, though. I couldn’t bare my soul while I bared everything else. He didn’t need to know everything yet. I just needed this. This was everything I had ever dreamed of, and it was only the beginning.

I didn’t need to put anything more into this than what it was. But I knew I wanted this. And I wasn’t going to have any regrets. So, when he slid his fingers between my folds and inside me, I screamed, my whole body shaking. He plunged into me, hard and fast, even as his mouth was on mine, his other hand on the back of my head, keeping me steady.

I came in an instant, clamping around his fingers as I begged for more, as I arched my body against him.

I was still wearing my freaking pants, and he was making me come like this.

I had no idea how the man had done it.

I was shaking, but as he slid his fingers out of me and removed them from my pants, he put them to his mouth and sucked deep.

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