Page 69 of Knot in Bloom
“More of you. More of this.” She arches against me as my mouth finds that sensitive spot behind her ear. “All of you.”
Her honesty breaks down whatever control I’ve been maintaining. I back her slowly toward the couch, my hands settling more firmly at her waist. When the backs of her knees hit the cushions, she pulls me down with her, and suddenly we’re sprawled together, the careful gentleness giving way to something hungrier.
“Let me take care of you,” I murmur against her throat, and there’s an edge of command in my voice now that wasn’t there before. The alpha in me responding to her need, her trust.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Caleb.”
I capture her mouth again while my hands map the curves I’ve been wanting to explore all evening. When I cup her breast through her sweater, she arches into my touch with a gasp that goes straight to my already aching cock.
“So responsive,” I murmur, my voice taking on that rough quality I can’t control when she affects me like this. “So perfect.”
My hands find the hem of her sweater, and she helps me pull it over her head. In the soft light from her living room, she’s gorgeous. Flushed and wanting, looking at me with trust that makes my chest tight and my body burn with need.
“Your turn,” she whispers, reaching for my shirt.
I let her undress me slowly, her touch reverent as she explores the muscles of my chest and shoulders. When she traces the scar along my ribs with gentle fingers, I tense slightly.
“Does it hurt?” she asks softly.
“Not anymore.” Not when she’s looking at me like this. Like I’m something worth wanting instead of something that’s been broken and put back together.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the old wound. The simple tenderness of the gesture makes my throat tight, but it also awakens something more possessive in my chest.
I gather her close, rolling us so she’s beneath me on the couch. She looks up at me with trust and desire, and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to make this perfect for her.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her, my hand sliding down to cup her through her jeans. She’s already warm and responsive, even through the denim, and the knowledge that I affect her this much makes my cock throb.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
I take my time with her jeans, pressing kisses to each inch of skin I reveal. By the time I’ve worked them off her legs, she’s trembling with need, her scent so rich and inviting that I’m drunk on it.
“So beautiful,” I breathe, settling between her thighs.
When I put my mouth on her, she cries out and arches beneath me. She tastes like heaven, sweet and addictive, and I want to memorize every sound she makes as I work her higher.
“Oh god, Caleb, that feels—” Her words dissolve into soft moans as I find the rhythm that makes her wild.
I take my time, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her beg. Her hands fist in my hair, holding me against her as she rocks into my mouth, and the trust she shows in letting me lead like this makes something primal stir in my chest.
“Please,” she gasps. “I’m so close?—”
When she finally falls apart, my name on her lips like a prayer, satisfaction rolls through me like nothing I’ve ever felt. I hold her through the aftershocks, pressing gentle kisses to her inner thighs while she catches her breath.
“That was...” she starts, then trails off with a blissful sigh.
“Good?”
“Incredible.” She reaches for me, but I catch her hands gently.
“This was about you,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her palm. “About taking care of you.”
“But what about you?” Her gaze drops to where I’m obviously hard, straining against my jeans.
“I’m fine.” And I am. Seeing her come apart for me was better than any release I could have asked for. “This was perfect.”
She looks like she wants to argue, but I silence her with a soft kiss.
“I should head home,” I say reluctantly. “Let you get some rest.”
