Page 54 of Abducted

“You fell like that getting out of your friend’s car on Saturday night. Or don’t you remember?”

Her mouth opened on a silent “Oh.”

So he’d been watching her? “I tripped…both times.” Her laughter settled to a gentle shake of her shoulders.

“I like this.” His fingers traced the top of her bra, distracting her. “And this…” His hand coasted down to her panties, his voice growing hoarse.

Her giggles subsided. She swallowed.

“I’ll be right back.” He stood and disappeared. His footsteps sounded down the hall. “You guys need to go,” she heard him say. “Now.”

She got to her feet. He was right. She was drunk. She ran a hand through her hair.Shoot, shoot, shoot.She hoped it wouldn’t ruin the mood.

Cal returned a few minutes later. He shed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. She clasped her hands in front of her waist, waiting. He came to her, his hand flattened on the small of her back, pressing her into him. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and her eyes found his.

Deep green pools devoured her. His other hand threaded through her hair, his lips hovering scant inches from hers. “It’s insane how much I want you.”

Her pulse beat against her throat. She licked her lips, but no words came to her mind. His thumb smoothed over the sensitive spot. He wanted her. That was obvious. But did he want more than just sex?

She rolled her lips in. Her eyes left his to trace the hard lines of his face, committing each edge to memory. She might not have him forever, but she had him for now.

Inching up to her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his. His mouth opened on hers, and his tongue entered her mouth, probing her. He leaned her backward, arching her over his arm. A soft moan caught in her throat, and her fingertips dug into the bare muscles of his shoulder. Her hands trailed over the breadth of his chest, down the hard lines of his stomach. She found the snap on his jeans and loosened it.

He smiled against her mouth. “That ready, huh?”

She licked into his mouth, then pulled away. “Oh yeah.”

He shucked his jeans down his legs and kicked them to the side, then did the same with his boxers. His member pulsed between them, the silkiness of his shaft resting against her belly. He backed her into the shower. Her hands locked around his waist. He reached behind him and turned the water on, then adjusted the temperature. Warm spray sprinkled over his shoulders to dampen her chest.

“This is what I wanted to show you.” He nodded at the shower. “Have you ever showered in your bra and panties before?”

Her gaze flicked downward. She was still half-dressed. How had she not noticed that? Cal made her feel naked. Even fully dressed, he had that effect on her. Her tongue slid from one corner of her mouth to the other.

“No,” she croaked.

Being partially dressed in the wake of his nakedness, combined with the steam of the shower, was erotic. Her body hummed with the side effects of the wine. Her head swarmed. Cal’s face came into focus. The burning intensity of his eyes softened, and his lips parted. The pad of his thumb touched her cheek.

His lips molded to hers, and his hand coasted down her back, cupping her ass. A guttural groan vibrated from his throat.

Her eyes snapped open. She placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. He looked down at her, his eyes searching her face. “What’s the matter, honey?”

She pushed him farther back so she could meet his gaze. “How many women have you had sex with in this shower?”

Humor sparked his eyes. A boyish grin lifted his mouth. He shifted his gaze away and lifted a shoulder. “You want a number?”

She pursed her lips. His hand still rested on her ass, gently moving over her skin.

“That many?” She hadn’t expected to be the first. But she had hoped not to have been the hundredth.

All traces of teasing left his face. His eyes darkened. His jaw worked as if weighing his words. “I’ve never brought a woman here before. Only you.” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper.

Her pulse stopped and started. The buzz ebbed away, and blood thundered through her ears. Her heart expanded in her chest. She took a deep breath through her nose. He wasn’t professing his love. He was only saying she was different from the rest. But that was enough. She circled her hand around his neck and pulled his mouth back down to hers.

She let her hands roam his body, down, down, down, until she found his hard shaft. Her hand closed around him, circling him. She moved her hand, tightening, pulling, until his shoulders bunched. He crushed his mouth to hers, and a tremor shivered through him.

His hand snagged her wrist, stopping her. He dropped his forehead to hers, breaking the seal of their mouths. He spoke in a pant. “Slow down, babe.”

She shook her head. “I want you.” She lowered to her knees. Cal turned so the water was full-force on his back, blocking the spray from hitting her. Her hand moved again. At this angle, she could see every hard-worked line of his body. His thighs were stacked with muscle, his abs rock-hard. With her free hand, she toyed with his stomach muscles, admiring how they rippled. Then slowly, she took him into her mouth.

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