Page 28 of Wreck Me
My eyes widened, putting together there was no way a quick walk from his car to my apartment door would have drenched him so thoroughly. “Did you walk here?”
He nodded his head, realizing too that his hair was dripping. He swiped a hand through his hair, rainwater coating his palm, and he wiped it onto his jeans, which also looked uncomfortably wet. “My car’s still at the shop. The owner asked me to leave it for a few days and said he’d try to find some scrap parts that were needed to fix what he could. The estimate came back higher than the cost of buying another piece of shit car.”
“So you walked here?” I asked again in disbelief that he would walk in the rain to come over. I didn’t know for sure how far apart we lived, but I knew it wasn’t super close.
He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I missed the last bus.”
The last of my resolve crumbled, and I stood from the couch, pulling him up with me. He had to take a small step back to accommodate both our bodies standing in such a close space, and once he did, I reached for the hem of his sweatshirt. Curling my fingers around the bottom of it, I took the soft, wet fabric of his sweatshirt and t-shirt between my fingertips. I pulled them up his body, stretching my arms until I couldn’t reach anymore. Caleb finished what I had started, pulling the clothes up and over his head. He held them in one arm, his curious gaze watching as I sank to my knees in front of him and unlaced his black Vans, lifting each foot one at a time to pull off his shoes and socks.
Once I had completed the task, I pushed further onto my knees, elevating myself, and unhooked his belt. I left it dangling from the loops before pushing the button of his jeans into its loophole and unzipping his zipper. A huge sigh left his body, and he shivered, his eyes never leaving mine as I pulled his jeans down his legs, leaving his boxer briefs in place so he wouldn’t be completely naked.
His skin was frozen beneath my fingers as they grazed his skin while I removed his jeans. My heart sank knowing the lengths he had gone to get to my doorstep. I watched as a dusting of goosebumps pebbled his skin, the lack of clothes doing nothing to help with how cold he was. He needed a hot shower, a warm bed, and body heat. Though the hurt hadn’t completely dissipated, I was happy to be the one to heat him back up.
Stepping out of his jeans, Caleb’s fingers circled around my arm and pulled me to stand. He moved his hand to cup the back of my neck, pulling me forward, and crashed his lips against mine. A shiver—more from the intensity of his kiss than how cold he was—racked through my body and I emitted a soft whimper as I relented some of my anger.
For the second time since I met him, it felt like there had been a shift between us somehow, though a small pang in my gut reminded me there was more than met the eye with Caleb, and I still had a lot to learn.
Wrapping my arms around his torso, my head tilted back further as I lost myself in the moment, letting all the hurt and anger seep out of my body and evaporate into thin air.
When we parted, I grabbed onto his hand and pulled him into my small bathroom, making the first move to finish getting him taken care of after being chilled to the bone. As I reached for the knob on the shower and turned it on, Caleb’s arm wrapped around me from behind while the other reached up and pulled my hair aside, exposing the right side of my neck.
Warm lips brushed against my skin, kisses trailing from my shoulder up to my ear. He stopped kissing and whispered, “Will you be joining me?”
“Do you want me to?” I countered, leaning back against his chest as we waited for the water to heat up.
Caleb placed his hand on my hip and spun my body to face him. Moving his hand to my face, he cupped my cheek in his palm, using his thumb to tilt my head back so I was looking into his eyes. “More than I want my next breath."
He reached up to my hair and pulled the elastic securing my bun, tugging it gently to release the tendrils of hair so they fell in a messy cascade down my back and shoulders. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me slowly, while placing his hands on either side of my hips. His fingertips brushed the sliver of exposed skin before tugging my shirt up, our lips parting only to remove it before they connected again.
My bra was a front closure—my most unattractive, yet most comfortable one I owned—so I unhooked it with one hand, letting my breasts spill out as it gave way. The straps slipped down my arms and I shook them gently, allowing the bra to fall completely.
As it landed on the floor with a silent thud, I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted onto my tiptoes to deepen the kiss. My heart soared, feeling so much relief.
Caleb wound his arm around my middle, pulling me into his nearly naked body. His erection pressed into my stomach, pushing my thoughts to salacious images of us in my bed, his face between my thighs. Desire ripped through my body as I suddenly fantasized about the movements of his tongue against my throbbing clit, and a moan caught in my throat. I felt my pussy contract, desperate to feel him inside me.
Breaking the kiss, I forced myself to take a step back from him and pointed to where the water still ran.
“Go,” I rasped, turning to see the hot steam floating past the shower doors. “Get in, I’ll be right back.” I was already straying from my plan of getting him into the shower, so much more interested in jumping his bones instead.
When did I become this sexual?
He obliged, not taking his eyes off me as he hooked his thumbs into his boxer briefs and pulled them down, stepping out of them and turning to get into the shower. As he entered, I was given the beautiful sight of his ass and couldn't help but smile at the dimple in his right cheek. Clearly he was flexing, tossing me a coy smile as he closed the shower door, and I laughed out loud before turning to exit the steamy bathroom. Swooping down, I picked up his underwear on my way out.
His clothes were where we left them, sopping wet, creating small puddles on my floor. If he didn’t want to go home tomorrow in his birthday suit, he’d need dry clothes, and since I wasn’t in the habit of keeping men’s clothes lying around my apartment, I wanted to make sure his things ended up in the dryer before I forgot—which was inevitable considering my state of undress at the moment.
Grabbing everything he’d arrived in, I threw them into the small all-in-one washer dryer, and started it on high heat.
“Hurry your sexy ass up,” Caleb called from the bathroom. I rolled my eyes, laughing as I walked to my bedroom instead.
Pulling off my sweatpants and underwear, I dropped them into the laundry basket. They weren’t technically dirty, but I had this thing about not liking to re-wear clothes even if I had only worn them for a while.
Deodorant stains and dead skin cells gave me the heebie-jeebies.
Sauntering across the hall, I found Caleb standing with the shower door open, looking like a sculpture as the water hit his shoulders and back, rippling against him as it cascaded down his body. His hands covered his face briefly before he raked them through his hair, slicking it back before he turned and smiled at me.
“There you are,” he said, water poured down around him like a waterfall. My mouth watered at the sight and I bit down on my lip, my gaze dropping to the ground.
I needed to compose myself if I expected toonlyshower with this man.
