Page 18 of Christmas Escape
“I lied to you,” he admitted, his expression utterly sincere as he held my gaze. “I won’t wait. I can’t. I think you need to move here immediately.”
With a cry, I threw myself into his arms, and he caught me around the waist, lifting me as our mouths crashed together. My back pressed against the chilly door as our mouths met, hungrily devouring. My legs wrapped around his hips, and I ground against the erection pushing against his fly.
“Not here,” he muttered against my lips. “I want you in my bed—our bed. You will move in with me, and not just move to Majestic Falls, right? You’ll move to this house, turn the porch into your office, name our moose?”
“Yes, yes, yes, to all that,” I agreed, more and more sure this was right. Heck, if we were in Vegas, I’d be running to a little, twenty-four hour chapel with him and having an Elvis impersonator marry us.
“Good,” Caleb growled, and the sounds sent shock waves of arousal down to my core.
“I need you,” I breathed.
“Good,” he repeated, carrying me through the house and never breaking our kiss for more than that single word. He held me secure to him, while my hands touched him wherever I could, exploring the landscape of muscles I’d admired since yesterday morning.
In the bedroom, he didn’t set me down. We tumbled onto his bed together, hands pulling at each other’s clothes until we finally had to break apart to remove everything completely.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he climbed back onto the bed and settled himself over me, his hips parting my thighs as he nestled himself between them.
I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment at his words. No one had ever seen me fully naked. The couple times in college had been quick fumbles in the dark. And I supposed, now, no one else ever would see me like this. It was comforting, but I couldn’t help feeling uncertain under his attention.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, staring down at me with a look of concern etched on his handsome face.
“Just nervous,” I admitted.
Feeling too vulnerable to meet his eyes right then, I ran my fingers along his firm shoulders. They were just as powerful as I’d imagined them to be when they were hidden beneath his shirt. His skin was warm beneath my palms, a balm to my scattered emotions. It wasn’t that I didn’t want this—God, I did. So much. So very much.
Caleb caught my hand and brought it to his lips, and my gaze followed the movement when he didn’t say anything else.
“Would it help if I told you that I love you?” he asked when I met his sparkling blue eyes that held so much of what he felt. Sincerity, wonder, that love he mentioned.
I swallowed around the lump that had formed in my throat.
“I love you, too,” I said, the words a little choked.
He lowered himself to kiss me again. Our mouths moved together as we tasted and explored, picking up on the passionthat had started hours ago and simmered, just waiting to boil over now.
My back arched as he trailed his hand along my side, tracing my ribs as it skimmed upward to cup my breast. My breath caught as he pushed upright on one arm to watch his fingers on me, to see the way my nipple tightened into a hard little bud under his touch.
“So pretty,” he murmured, flicking his thumb over the tip.
“God, Caleb,” I gasped.
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah.”
He traced the areola with the pad of his finger, sending a full body shiver through me.
“Oh…” I breathed, clutching at his shoulders and pushing even more into his touch while my head dropped back. The movement was a mistake. I didn’t see it coming. Not until the warm moisture of his mouth surrounded the nipple and sucked.
“Caleb!”
He chuckled, sending a vibration through me, the sound resonating in my throbbing center. His hand doubled the pleasure as it zoned in on the other breast. Mouth and fingers worked me over until I was a shuddering mess, my mind blank to anything but the sensations he elicited and the feel of him beneath my hands.
I startled as cool air wafted over both nipples, damp from his ministrations. It took me a second form my brain to comeonline enough to realize why…and why his mouth was traveling lower. Then I moaned as he delivered similar torment to my clit, sucking at it then tormenting it his fingers before he licked lower.
Honestly, my mind blanked. My fingers tangled in his hair, my thighs quivered around his shoulders, and my stomach sucked in as tension coiled dangerously close to an orgasm.
He must have felt it, too, because he growled against me, “Come, Melody. Sing for me.”
