Page 39 of Fragile Heart

His voice drops into a low caress, the words wrapping around me. My thighs clench, and the last bit of my hesitation falls away, the overwhelming need of my body consuming me between one breath and the next.

Chapter Eighteen

BRIELLE

I’m about to let this man knot me in the middle of the forest.

“I’m on long term birth control,” I tell him. “An IUD.”

He nods. “I haven’t been with anyone unprotected since Kayla,” he says. “And I got tested after my last hookup anyway. You’re safe.”

I twist fast enough to break his hold on my chin, capturing his lips with my own. He takes the move as the surrender it is. He lifts me, urging my knees around his waist. His erection presses into me, and I groan. I twist my hands into his hair, locking my ankles, trying to pull him even closer, reveling in the way our scents twine together.

He eases me lower until my back meets with the plush fabric of the blanket. He runs his hands down my legs, squeezing my knees where they’re still locked around his hips.

He bites the tattoo behind my ear again, and I can’t help but gasp.

“Why flowers?” he asks, his lips tracing down my neck.

I shake my head. There is no way I’m talking about Brett right now. Not on a first date. Certainly not when my body screams with so much need, I’m on the verge of begging. I haven’t begged in years.

He hums and bites the pulse point at the base of my throat, pulling the skin between his teeth. I gasp and arch into him, the pain of his bite sending a lightning bolt of heat down my spine. I claw at his chest, pushing his shirt up as far as I can manage. He sits up and pulls it off, dropping it onto the backpack perched at the edge of the blanket. I follow him, scrambling out of as much of my clothing as I can manage, tossing it in the same direction as his own.

His eyes skate over me, soaking me in. For the first time in years, nerves gather in my belly and tighten my chest. It takes all my self-control to not cover my chest and hide from him. It’s like he can tell, though, despite hardly knowing each other. He croons, a low, wordless sound that settles underneath my skin as his lips run down my sternum while guiding me back onto the blanket.

I reach for my panties, but he stops me.

“Those are mine,” he says. “I get to pull them off of you.”

He drops his lips to my hip when I let my hands fall away and twist them into the blanket. Our scents are so strong, not even the open air of the wilderness can dissipate them. They swirl around us, blending so perfectly it should be illegal. Not even the acidic undertone from me being touch-starved ruins the feeling of the mixture wrapping around me. My body aches, the need so intense it borders on pain.

“Caleb,” I whisper.

He groans and guides my panties down my legs, dropping them on top of the pile of clothes. He palms my knees, guiding them apart. His gaze is rapt on me. A hunger sharpens the features of his face and darkens his eyes. The desire to hide isoverwhelming again, and I reach for him, needing him over me—inme—before that awful voice in the back of my head starts getting any louder.

“Brielle,” Caleb growls, low and lethal, “stop trying to hide.”

He lowers to his stomach and runs his lips up my thigh before wrapping his arms under my legs and pulling me toward him. He locks his gaze with mine as he pins me in place. His breath skates across my over-sensitized skin, and I can’t help but roll my hips forward. He hums, and then his tongue is on me.

I drop my head back, letting my eyes close, as sensation rushes through me, my body ratcheting tighter with each flick of his tongue and swipe of his lips against me. I rub my feet along the blanket, trying to find a way to handle the onslaught. Instead, he redoubles his attention. The feelings overwhelm me. My back arches off the blanket as I moan, the orgasm cresting before I can brace for it. It’s so strong that my damn fingers tingle with the aftershocks. He hums and smiles against my skin even as his touch gentles.

Before my breathing evens out, he kneels between my legs, urging my knees around his hips. I focus on him. His lips and chin glisten with my slick, and that embarrassment darkens my cheeks. He smirks, licking his lips, and then fists himself, thrusting against me before guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. He feels enormous, and that’s not even accounting for his knot that’s just beginning to inflate at the base.

“You’re huge,” I mutter.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You can take it,” he rasps. “Trust me.”

He pushes in as he says it, a slow, steady intrusion that has a moan filling my throat and thoughts emptying from my mind. He palms my stomach, forcing me still when all I want is to cant my hips and squirm against him.

“Look at you,” he whispers. His gaze is locked on where we’re joined, his lips slightly parted. The ring of his knot teases my entrance, just swollen enough that I can feel it. “Fuck, Brielle, seeing you stretched around me like this is a fantasy I didn’t know I was missing.”

The confession rumbles through him, overwhelming the sounds of the creek. He pulls out and then drives back in, harder this time. I can’t help but moan, and he chuckles. Sensation races through my body, so strong it’s as if the first orgasm never even happened.

Caleb lowers his head as his rhythm quickens. His lips brush against my chest before he pulls a nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape across it in time with his thrusts. I arch against him, whimpering.

“Caleb,” I gasp.

His knot teases my entrance, and despite the pleasure he’s wringing from my body—again—nerves build in my throat.

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