Page 48 of Close to the Edge

I stumbled on the stairs as she buried her face in my neck and gave a low moan. “But...what about you?” she whispered, performing a slow, torturous grind against me.

“I’ll take care of it...later.” My mouth drifted from the corner of hers to the delicate shell of her ear. “Or I’ll save it for you.”

She whimpered. A glorious sound. I tunneled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back.

“Would you like that?”

Her blush deepened, but she met my gaze. “Yes.”

I groaned, tightened my hold on her and vaulted up the stairs.

In her room, I pulled back the covers and set her down in the middle of the bed. Her legs stayed locked in place for a beat before she released me. I kissed her soft lips and reluctantly stepped back. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you bright and early.”

Resolutely, I headed for the door.

“Caleb?”

My hand tightened around the door handle, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a bracing second before I looked over my shoulder. “Yeah?”

She twisted a corner of the duvet between her fingers, making no move to cover herself. “Thank you. For...tonight.”

My fevered gaze scoured her body to the shadows between her legs, unashamed of the savage hunger most likely blazing on my face. “Don’t thank me just yet. I intend to fuck your lights out the second this shit is handled. And it won’t be a nice, gentlemanly fucking. Good night, Lily.”

CHAPTER TEN

Lily

MYINNERALARMnudged me awake just shy of 5:00 a.m., after the soundest sleep I’d enjoyed since my stalker problem started. I stretched, rolled over and froze as memories of last night flooded in.

Heat surged through my body, pooling in my pelvis, before rushing up to engulf my face.

OMG!

I lay there, breath held, bracing myself for extreme vulnerability slash acute mortification. I’d bared parts of my past I’d never told another soul to Caleb. And then I’d let him use my vibrator on me!

Weirdly, neither sensation arrived. Emotionally, I felt unburdened, like a heavy cloak had been lifted off my shoulders. And neither by word nor deed had Caleb judged me.

Sexually, I felt...sensational. Like I’d won a grand prize in a contest I didn’t even know I was competing in.

Great sex had always felt like a gift granted to other people, a sleight of hand everyone else had mastered but me. I wasn’t ashamed to confess that was the reason why I invested in the very best sex toys. But...last night...

I came harder than I ever had...and we didn’t even have sex. I was one hundred percent sure it had nothing to do with the higher setting on my vibrator. The only other time I’d tried the highest setting, all I could think about was the noise and what possible damage the overload of electricity was doing to my clit. It ruined the experience.

But last night I unlocked a previously unknown inhibiting door and been rewarded with an amazing experience.

The memory of him crouched over me, big, hot, wild, with barely restrained hunger stamped on his face, his hand between my legs, and dirty, beautiful words pouring out of his mouth...

Yeah, that certainly guaranteed the unforgettable encounter my instinct had been nudging me toward from the start.

I felt empowered, like I could do it all over again, no problem.

I gulped down the moan rising in my throat.

Despite laying down the caveat, there’d been a moment, right before that incredible climax hit me, when I’d wanted to beg Caleb to pull out his thick cock jutting boldly against his pants. Beg him tofuck my lights out.

His gruff, sexy promise echoed in my head, ripping free a ravenous moan. I wanted that. Badly.

Except it wouldn’t happen until my stalker was caught.

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