Page 46 of Until We Break

“The answer is you, Margot. It’s always been you,” he growled. He took a fistful of my hair as he brought his mouth over mine. My knees weakened and my core quivered. Our lips moved ferociously. I moaned as his tongue slid inside my mouth. He tasted like beer and salt. My hips rocked against his waist as his hands coasted along my back, inching the tank top up with his fingers, dragging me to press against his solid, athletic body.

Nothing had been decided. Nothing had been figured out except that we were still hungry for each other. Caleb had tried to tell me that all of this was pointless if I was going to leave Marshoak Island. Falling for each other was dangerous and potentially hurtful. Yet, I couldn’t stop kissing him. I wouldn’t.

We were yanked into reality when a clap of thunder echoed overhead.

“Where did that come from?” I squeaked.

“Summer storms pop up all the time.” He snaked a strong hand around my waist, luring me away from the wreck. “It’s going to pour. I’ll take you back to my quarters. We can wait out the storm there.”

My body was already tethered to the heat and fire he had stoked. I would follow him anywhere right now.

“Yes,” was all I said as I took his hand and hurried down the beach with him, knowing it wouldn’t be lightning from the sky we felt tonight.

TWENTY-FOUR

Margot

By the time we were on the Coast Guard base and in Caleb’s room, the entire sky had opened up and the rain poured into the parking lot. We ran, jumping puddles and laughing, crossing the sidewalk and grassy areas. He let me inside. Not kissing wasn’t an option.

His mouth was on mine all over again. I purred against his tongue. He was such a damn good kisser. The best, really. He took his time, teasing the corners, exploring my mouth, playing with my tongue, nipping, and biting in alternate measures. He drove me crazy.

My core quivered at every touch. My breath hitched at every press of his hips. This was different from the morning we spent together. That had been laced with exhaustion and adrenaline. A memory that was tender and intense. Tonight, we were driven to be together because it was what we’d been craving for days. For years. To get back to this moment.

I rotated in his arms, wriggling my back against his chest. His lips found my neck, swooping my hair off my shoulder. I leaned into him, while his hands explored my body. He unbuttoned thetop of my shorts, sliding his hand under the denim and beneath my panties.

I moaned when his hand moved between my legs, directly aiming for my clit. I bucked as he coaxed the nub to tense and coil everything inside me until I was panting.

“You have a bed?” I moaned, needing him to release me from this knotted combination of pleasure and pain.

“It’s only a few steps away.”

“Too fucking far,” I growled, jutting my hips with more rhythm than before.

Caleb spun me, lifting me against his athletic body before lowering me carefully onto the mattress.

His palms slid the tank top over my stomach. His lips ran over my skin, kissing his way across my body. He lifted the top over my head. He growled, sinking his lips into my breasts. I wriggled into the heat of his mouth while his hand dipped between my legs. I was right back in the same spot of oblivion.

It was the way we moved together. The way our answers came before the questions. I had always wondered if we had done this before in another life. In other bodies. Our souls knew the rhythm and our bodies carried us higher and higher.

“Fuck, Margot.” His voice rumbled.

His fingers dug into the edges of silk, and I watched as my panties slid over my ankles and were dropped on the floor. He gazed at my naked body, his eyes focused on my thighs. Oh shit. He was going to devour me. My core cinched even tighter with anticipation. He dropped one kiss on my ankle and then another. He slowly moved along my legs, alternating kissesuntil he reached the soft plains of my thighs. I’d never wanted anything this much.

My legs spread and his hungry eyes held my gaze while he took the first long slow lick over my clit.

I moaned with ecstasy. He grinned a wicked devilish grin before returning to his task. His tongue ran deeper this time, teasing my clit with circles. I rocked into him, impatient at first, but then needy for him to let me come. It had been building, for minutes, hours, days. This want and need for him had been buried under my skin. I had never forgotten how it felt when Caleb touched me.

His thumbs began to massage my skin, tugging me wider, exposing my center and then Caleb feasted on me. Not a sampling. Not an appetizer, but a full feast of the most delicate and most sensitive part of my body. I clawed at the quilt on Caleb’s bed, knocking pillows and what I thought was a pile of clean laundry on the floor.

“Oh God,” I moaned when his tongue pushed inside me, twisting, licking, lapping at my clit, before plunging inside me again. I was at his mercy. I was vulnerable.

I came even when I wanted it to last a little longer. I came so hard, I begged for more. Begged for him to fuck me.

Now.

Caleb grinned, then smirked as he stepped out of his shorts. I moved back on the bed, ensuring there was room for both of us. I marveled at his full physique as he crawled toward me in nothing but his boxer briefs. Those seconds felt like too much. He sensed it too as if there were magnets under our skin.

His skin had been kissed by the sun all summer. Every muscle was taut and rippled. That went for the tops of his thighs all the way down his calves. I wanted to linger even longer on what was beneath the boxer briefs. I sat forward, hooking my hands on the band, shirking them down.

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