Page 33 of Wreck Me
Kicking my legs over the bed as carefully as I could so I didn’t disturb Isla, I pushed my feet to the floor, standing. A feminine squeak caught my attention before I could take my first step and I looked back to find Isla with her arms outstretched in the air, stretching and scrunching her nose and eyes as she woke up.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep. She dropped her arms back onto the bed next to her before curling to her side and cracking open her eyes to look at me.
Her dark hair fanned out behind her as she rested her head on her hands, pressed together between her head and her pillow as though she were praying. She was so effortlessly beautiful, even when I could hardly see her through the darkness.
Pressing my palms to the bed, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Just looking for my phone so I can set an alarm for the morning.”
“I already plugged it in; it’s next to the lamp on the nightstand. And I set an alarm on my phone. I have class in the morning, remember? So do you.” She ended her sentence with a yawn, her eyes falling shut. “Come back to bed.”
A feeling I wasn’t ready to accept shot through my chest like a bullet, piercing my heart as it burst throughout my entire body.
Climbing beneath the covers, I pulled her close and tucked her into my side. Her smooth leg wrapped around mine and I felt the hem of the t-shirt she wore bunched around her hips.My t-shirt.Unable to resist, I pulled up the blankets and snuck a look at the goddess next to me, and as suspected, she looked sexy as sin in my shirt.
But… how was she wearing my t-shirt if it had been wet when I got here? It couldn't have dried out so quickly.
Staring into the darkness, I thought back through the night and tried to figure out how my shirt could have dried so fast. It didn’t seem plausible… I had left it sitting on the floor. I shook my head, struggling to wrap my mind around all the minor details she seemed to think of for me.
“How—” I began to ask, but stopped, hearing soft snores coming from Isla. She had fallen asleep again. It could wait until morning.
Settling into the pillows, I listened to the orchestra of sounds surrounding me as Isla slept soundly and the thunder rumbled outside, drifting further away as I willed sleep to take me again so I could get a few hours in before I woke early to make my girl coffee and breakfast in bed.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
“Shit, shit,shit!” I cursed under my breath, staggering out of bed and running over to my dresser. My fingers curled around the knobs as I yanked it open, pulling out clean panties and socks before slamming it shut.
Caleb yawned loudly behind me. The sound of the mattress springs whined softly as he shifted to sit up. “What’s wrong?” he asked, groggy from being woken abruptly.
I fumbled through another drawer, looking for the jeans I needed for the outfit I’d planned in my head.
Dark wash jeans, cream sweater, black leather Moto jacket, black booties.
Except my dark wash jeans were nowhere to be found, and my drawer was filled with light wash denim, black denim, and leggings, instead. I was already running late as I scanned the room, looking for the jeans IsworeI had folded and placed in my drawer. My eyes connected with Caleb’s as he watched me from his spot in my bed.
“I can tell you want to say something,” I commented. “Just say it.” Annoyance sat heavy on my chest. I reminded myself it wasn’t Caleb’s fault I didn’t get up in time. I’m the one who hit the snooze button on three different alarms, four times each.
“You’re cute when you’re frantic,” he quipped in a playful tone.
Swinging his legs over the bed, he stood, coming to stand by my side. Caging me against my dresser, he leaned down to my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through my body. “Skip your class. Come back to bed.”
“I can’t skip my class! I skipped a class yesterday! Plus, there’s only two days left before break. I have to go.”
Caleb nuzzled his nose against my cheek, guiding the soft point over my skin. “Do you though? There’sonlytwo days left before break. I bet tons of people won’t be in class today.”
His warm breath rushed against my skin again and ignited my body like a match lighting a candle. I could feel my resolve crumbling with every passing moment, my body charged and desperate to feel his touch again.
“I have to go,” I whispered, more to convince myself than him. My eyes snapped shut, and I felt my breathing grow labored as desire pooled low in my belly.
I was so attracted to Caleb even just being in close proximity to him turned me on. He had barely touched me—his touch hadn’t even been sexual—yet here I was, giving him ‘fuck me’ eyes and panting while we stood chest to chest.
“If you have to go to class, you’ll need your supplies,” he drawled, swiping the pens I had on my dresser, pushing them to the floor. They scattered in disarray, two landing next to my foot, while another flew halfway across the room. “Oops.” His voice feigned innocence, but the smirk on his face was anything but.
Dropping to one knee, Caleb acted like he was reaching for the pens. He looked up at me sinfully, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Placing my hands on my hips, I quirked a brow and turned to step away, but he caught my ankle and brought it back to the floor.
Propping one elbow on his bent knee, Caleb started dragging his fingertips slowly up the inside of my bare leg, beginning at where he held my ankle and traveling north. He looked like he had all the time in the world as he held my gaze, torturing me with the smallest of touches.
My heart was wild in my chest, beating erratically as I watched, and I found it hard to swallow. Once he finally reached my thigh, my breathing hitched completely—sweet anticipation building deep in my core.
I wore only his t-shirt I had pulled from the dryer last night, and nothing else. Once his hand slipped under the hem, I knew I was a goner. Wetness seeped out of me, dripping between my thighs—a mixture of mine and his. I shifted on my feet, fighting the urge to press my legs together.
