Page 63 of Free to Dream
She won’t look at me. Because I’m watching her so closely, I see a tiny tear form at the corner of her eye. I lean down and capture it, then run a line of kisses down her chiseled cheekbone to behind her ear. Her breathing starts to increase. I know I have her attention, even as she refuses to meet my eyes.
I nip behind her earlobe and soothe it with my tongue.
I feel her body react as mine did. Beautiful Pixie. Didn’t know what that would feel like, to me or herself. “I wasn’t pulling away, Pixie. No chance in hell of that. Do you understand now?”
Her head turns and her gaze locks with mine as she nods slowly. I take a deep breath and am completely unmanned when she pulls her hand away and ghosts it over my face, her fingers grazing over my eyebrows, my nose, my lips. Just before her fingers move past my lips, I gamble and suck one into my mouth for a brief instant. She gasps, and heat flares, turning her eyes into flames.
I am undone.
I slide her head into the crook of my elbow and fully rest my body on top of hers. She adjusts her legs and instinctively wraps one around my hip. I reach down and pull it higher. Pushing my hips into hers, I hear her audible sigh as her eyelashes flutter.
I leverage myself over her so I can find a better angle to reach her lips, not wanting to scare her, but by doing so, I push my hips deeper into hers.
She moans in pleasure.
I take her lips in a slow, drugging kiss. I was holding her leg against me but, suddenly, her other leg comes up to join it, locking behind my lower back. I’m thrown off balance and end up with both elbows framing her face. She reaches up and grabs my head and pulls it down to hers. Clashing tongues dual, snaking between each other’s mouths. Hers darts in mine and I chase after it immediately. Our heads angle to find that perfect placement, all the while rocking our bodies against each other.
I might come in my jeans.
Ripping my mouth away, her eyes flutter open to lock with mine. Her breasts are heaving, her nipples straining the thin sweater she’s wearing in the October chill. I want nothing more than to lean my head down to capture one of them between my teeth and suck on it, but I won’t here.
Despite the relative privacy of the roof deck, there are still too many eyes in the city.
“Pixie, I won’t take you up here.” Just as hurt starts to encroach on her features, I use her own maneuver and glide my hand over her face, not quite touching. I brush her lips lightly before saying softly, “It’s not like your house, Cassidy. There are people here who have telescopes, and have no qualms about spying on their neighbors.” Her eyes clear and embarrassment paints her cheeks. “There’s only so far I’m willing to let someone watch me go with my woman and we just hit it.” I do a push up over her to get enough clearance to get off the lounger. “It’s time to go downstairs.” I hold out my hand.
I wait for her to take it. Willing for her to.
Heartbeats pass, but she places her hand in mine.
Pulling her up, I wrap my forearms around her luscious ass and pick her up. Quickly, I make my way downstairs, through the condo and into my room.
As the door closes, I realize I’ve waited my whole life for this moment, for this woman.
I only pray to God I don’t fuck it up.
Any more than I already have.
20
Cassidy
Iknow Caleb Lockwood is going to be my first lover. Whether he’s aware of it or not, I’ve already handed him my heart and soul. My body is simply his to claim.
I shiver in anticipation, thinking of what happened on the rooftop. I never imagined it would feel so natural, so primal, so instinctive. It must be the combination of nurturing and trust he’s shown me.
Let’s not forget the man is sexy as hell.
I stand in the middle of his bedroom absorbing more of his essence simply by being in this space where he sleeps. Surprisingly, I’m not nervous. This strange calm has settled over me. With my hands clasped in front of me, I look around and glimpse a rich red armoire, his deep mahogany bed, and the midnight medallion velvet quilt over crisp white sheets before feeling strong arms slide around my waist from behind. They tighten and pull me close against his broad chest. I tip my head back as he leans down to nip and suck at the exposed skin between my neck and shoulder. I get a whiff of the rich cologne he’s wearing.
Oh. My. God.
“You have to talk to me through this, Cassidy,” Caleb murmurs against my neck. “I need to know where you’re at.”
“Here’s good.”
Chills run through my body as he soothes the area with his tongue.
“Good.” I feel his smile against my neck.
