Page 45 of Steamy Dreamy Hearts

FOURTEEN

CALEB

Waking up in Sean’s arms, nuzzled into his chest, I was so attuned to him I sensed the second he opened his eyes.

“Morning,” I said, testing the theory. I lifted my head off his chest to smile at him.

“Morning.” Sean brushed some hair off my forehead. “You look well rested.”

“Hmm, I slept great.” I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “Must be the company.”

I stroked his face with the back of my hand.

I’d never had this before. All the small smiles, the little touches. The guys before Sean—Tanner and others—were too busy being cool to be into cuddling. It was more about posting pictures to create envy in others that they lived some hip lifestyle than anything else.

Sean mentioned only having Facebook. He had zero interest in all that, and I took one look at my socials and realized I wasn’t missing them. Nor was I missing late nights at dance clubs, or swiping dating apps, or any of it.

Caressing his strong shoulders, his sturdy frame, I snuggled into him. Breathed in his scent.

“You smell incredible,” I sighed.

He laughed. “I smell like sex.”

“Exactly.”

Sean hugged me to him. “How about a shower, silly?”

“I really could stay in bed all day,” I said, but I allowed him to gently tug me out, fingers laced with mine.

We soaped each other, taking turns. I loved how Sean would pause, press a kiss on the spot he’d just scrubbed for me. I let my hands linger on his chest, his jawline, the top of his head.

“Hey, I don’t need so much shampoo. Do you see hair?” He huffed out a laugh.

“I like touching your scalp.” I massaged the shampoo in. My whole body hummed. We were both hard, and I knew I could only wait so long to soap his dick, but I tried to be patient.

But I couldn’t resist a teasing stroke.

Sean moaned and leaned closer. “Fuck, yeah. I want your hand on me. Or that lush mouth. I’m aching for it.”

His words made me get even stiffer. Smiling, I brought my gaze up to lock with his. The open want in his eyes made me suck in a hard breath. Had anybody ever looked at me like that? Even before the accident?

I put my hand on Sean’s chest, near his heart. It beat true and fast for me.

Our dicks bumped, and I grabbed them in one hand. A wild feeling surged in me to make Sean plead.

His smooth, velvety skin felt so good brushing my cock. I stroked and pulled, then teased the underside of Sean’s dick, his balls.

“Oh, goddamn, Caleb. I need this!” Sean planted his feet wider as if to steady himself. Desire filled his face, his eyes glazed with lust. “I need you.”

I wrapped a stronger hand around our erections, jerking them tighter. I leaned my face into his, and we exchanged a sloppy kiss. Our tongues flicked at each other, tasting, and pleasure rocked through me.

“Jesus, you make me feel so good,” Sean cried out, breaking off the kiss and pumping his hips. We humped at each other, our dicks wet and needy. Steam made the air thick to breathe. The shower glass was fogged. It was nowhere near as hot as the ache for more pumping through my veins. Sean was so gorgeous. I could run my hands down every inch of that strong body, but right now, I was too busy with his rock-hard cock.

Sensations ripped through me, and I kissed him again in answer, a hard, firm kiss to match the rhythm of my hand.

Sean gasped against my mouth. “Please.” He filled the one word with so much feeling my entire body reacted. My heart swelled so big I could barely contain it.

I broke the kiss and gulped in some needed air. “I want you so much, Sean. It’s making me crazy. I need you inside me again soon.”

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