Page 27 of Steamy Dreamy Hearts

The footsteps came closer, followed by Caleb’s breathing and clothes rustling.

Then the mattress dipped, and he climbed in beside me. My heart leapt, and my dick did, too.

Caleb shifted closer, his breath caressing my ear. “I didn’t mean to avoid your question before.”

“Why did you?”

He inhaled sharply. “I was scared, but…”

“But?”

“But Iamattracted to you. I have been for a long time. But are you honestly attracted to this?”

Slowly, I turned to look at Caleb, his ruined, beautiful face there for my inspection. He’d tucked his hair behind his ears, brushed it off his forehead, letting the scars show. His eyes were lit with pain.

I didn’t hesitate. Even if I wanted to resist, my heart was in charge. A tenderness overcame me. I raised my hand to his cheek and rested it there, letting my fingers caress the warm skin, then gently brushed my lips across his.

After a shocked second, Caleb moaned and kissed me back. We fumbled at each other, a bit frantic. Like two lost people seeking answers from each other’s bodies. I grunted, craving his lips, stumbling a little with him as we locked mouths. Hot and heavy, the kisses filled me with unknown joy. Our lips pressed together, and then Caleb’s mouth parted, and he made a soft noise. Our chests knocked against each other. We were a bit clumsy as we groped, but the kiss was hot and urgent. Ecstatic. I couldn’t stop.

We devoured each other, clinging to each other, kissing even more.

Filled with need, I sucked at his tongue. Gently, at first, and then with more insistence. Caleb gasped, and then he wrapped his arms tightly around me and welcomed the kiss.

He was magnetic to me. His small sounds, the tilt of his mouth, the stroke of his tongue. All of him—his whole essence—led me to only want more. Had I ever felt this hungry for a kiss? Christ. The more we touched, the more I craved. My heart soared like an airplane into the sky. I was panting, so much I might burst, but it only made me kiss Caleb harder, longer. The kiss made me want to shout or laugh, where there had only been silence before. I was coming alive in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

I loved the feeling of his mouth on mine, loved the fresh noises coming from him, knowing I was the cause. With a moan, Caleb moved to straddle me, and I held his weight on my lap.Goose bumps went through me, and I immediately got hard as hell.

“Please,” Caleb whispered.

Before I could reply, we were kissing desperately again.

The rhythm of our kiss deepened. I was rougher than I normally kissed, but Caleb didn’t seem to mind. In fact, if his grinding into me was any indication, he liked it. His taste drove me insane. There was nothing more exciting to me than pleasing somebody else, and my fucking cock ached to do just that to Caleb.

“Jesus,” I growled at his lips. I took control of the kiss, even though I was barely holding on. My nerve endings were strained. A soft curse escaped my lips, but then I was kissing him again, pressing my tongue to his, licking at his every moan as our breaths grew louder.

Caleb quaked in my arms, and he gripped at my chest.

“My turn,” he said in a raspy voice.

He yanked me closer, slamming his lips onto mine. Good God, Caleb knew how to kiss. My muscles turned to Jell-O at his command. Guttural cries came from some place deep inside of me. My dick was leaking. I wanted him so much, pure bolts of lust going to my poor cock.

Caleb was in charge of the kiss now. He gave as good as he got.

It was a surprise, but it shouldn’t have been. I knew Caleb’s strength, his character. Heat pulsed in my veins. I didn’t care anymore if I led the kiss or he did; we were equally involved. My tongue tangled with his. I swallowed a moan, and Caleb did, too, as I tugged at his lower lip with my teeth.

This was sweet torment.

“Oh, God,” Caleb muttered.

I licked the seam of his lip in answer.

I wanted to kiss him in every way imaginable. And everywhere imaginable. Desire spiraled through me. Heat and need. Our kissing grew sloppy, our breaths ragged. Fuck, it was all so good. So good it nearly broke me. Caleb shuddered, as if he felt the same, and our kissing softened.

I let my hand glide slowly down his chest. I didn’t want to break our connection; I wanted to remain tethered to him. We stared long and deeply at each other.

Caleb’s flustered face, reddened by his blush, had me smiling. He brought out a lot of my smiles. I was used to being stoic or grumpy around most people, especially on the job. But how could I not grin at him all pink-cheeked and panting?

Slowly, Caleb traced my smile with a finger. I held still, understanding this might be a test of some kind, wanting desperately to pass it.

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