Page 110 of For One Night Only

I pull him closer, delighting in watching him get all flustered for me. “I think we’re overdue for some big steps.”

Caleb’s lips slowly widen into a grin, and this time it’s not a smirk at all. It’s big and open and dazzling, and I could get lost in his warm green eyes. “I think you’re right.”

“Sex now, talk later,” I say.

“If you insist,” he says. He slips his fingers into my waistband and between my thighs, hissing as his hands slick across my opening. “Fuck, Valerie, you feel so good.”

“It’s been ten days without you in my bed. I need you,” I say, rolling my waistband down as he works my clit with his fingers.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, divesting me of my leggings entirely before returning his palm to my center. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“My vibrator is just not as good,” I admit with a gasp.

His eyes light up. “Vibrator? We’ll come back to that later.”

A thrill runs down my spine at the idea of using toys with Caleb. We never tried them when we were together before, but he’s clearly game. I don’t want any of that tonight, though. Just him.

“Deal,” I say.

He leans down for another kiss, drawing slow circles around my clit until I’m nearly on the edge. It’s too much, too soon, and I don’t want to fall yet. He’s barely touched me; I can’t come now.

“You’re resisting,” he murmurs. “Just let go.”

I kiss him deeper, and he slips a finger inside me, then two. My throat goes dry, and I’m panting for release, but I don’t want to let it happen. Not yet.

“I want to feel you inside me when I come,” I say.

“Fuck, Val, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he practically purrs in my ear. His voice is so hoarse and full of wanting that it’s almost enough to send me over the edge, especially with his hand between my legs.

“Come here, then.” I reach into the waistband of his joggers and wrap my fingers around his hard length. He shivers under my touch, and I pump his shaft softly once. I grab some lube from my drawer, stroking twice. Three times, and he’s begging me for more.

“Valerie. If you keep touching me like this, we’re not going to get to the good part.”

I bite my lip, smirking. “This is good too.”

He hisses out a breath as I pump him again. “I’ll let you have your fun later, I promise.”

“We’re making a lot of promises,” I say. My words are light and teasing, but there’s more to them. Therearea lot of promises we’re making tonight, and I mean them with all my heart. My hand stills, even in this intimate position.

As if he can read my thoughts, his voice softens. “I’m not letting you go this time.”

“Thank god, because I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”

He swallows, and even though his pupils are blown wide with lust, there’s a vulnerability to him.

“Good, because I really love you.”

I smile. “I really love you too.”

And then we can’t wait anymore. I’m sliding down his joggers, climbing onto his hips, grabbing a condom from my drawer, and sliding it on him. He grips my waist and helps me ease onto his warm, hard length.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he breathes, like he can’t believe we’re here again. Neither can I. All those nights this summer felt like borrowed time, and after everything fell apart, I never thought he’d speak to me again, much less love me. I know now that I’m never going to let this man go again.

It just makes me pull him closer. And soon I’m gasping and falling over the edge, and feeling the exquisite heat deep inside me as he falls right with me.

After, when we’ve cleaned up and slipped between the sheets and we’re scrolling on Caleb’s phone, deciding on food delivery, he presses a kiss to my temple. “This feels different,” he says.

“We’re different.” I let out a shaky sigh. “Maybe it’s because we’re not lying to ourselves anymore,” I say.

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