Page 64 of Free to Dream
My nipples, though they had softened slightly from before when they were rubbing up against his muscular chest, were tightening again. And they weren’t even being touched.
I slide my hand to wrap around the back of his neck, tangling it in his thick hair. One hand slides down to my hips and he slowly begins to rock into me. The other travels north toward my cashmere-encased breasts. Slowly, he starts strumming his thumb against my rigid nipple while still working the tendon on the side of my neck.
I gasp at his movements before letting out a soft moan of desire that can’t be misunderstood.
My hand drops from his neck and I reach around the back of him, reaching for him. He quickly moves the hand from my thigh and captures my hands before they can reach their target, his rock-hard body.
I turn my head farther and twist slightly. Our eyes meet. I’m panting. His gaze is banked in fire.
I want the blaze.
“Let me touch you,” I whisper.
“I can’t.” His voice is jagged.
“Please.” I’m almost begging.
“Cassidy,” he breathes. “I want to make this as beautiful for you as I can. I don’t want to lose control.”
Wiggling around so I face him, I pull my hands free and place them on his biceps. His chest is moving up and down under his untucked polo. I can feel his tension under my fingers.
Instinctively, I reach for the hem of my sweater and pull it over my head. Once my hair clears, I toss it somewhere. Frankly, I could care less where it goes. I’m now standing in front of the man I love in a sheer black bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. His eyes fly to mine, incredulous I pulled such a move. I shrug.
“Lose the control, Caleb. I trust you.”
I’ve never seen a myriad of expressions cross someone’s face in such a short span of time. Hot, heavy desire, anticipation, and tenderness are all projected at me. “You trust me.” It’s a statement, not a question.
I nod, not quite sure how else to show him.
Reaching up, he pushes my hair back over my shoulder. His fingers trail down over my clavicle toward my breast, cupping my fullness, outlining my nipple through the sheer material. The bite of the material against my sensitive skin causes me to throw my head back and moan. My legs feel weak and they buckle, but he catches me.
“You trust me.” He repeats again, his dark gaze capturing mine. He leans down so his eyes are the only things I can see before his lips crash against mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, his fingers still playing with my nipple, his hips rocking against mine. My fingers lock behind his neck, trailing into the collar of his shirt. I need the feel of his skin against mine. My body is begging for him.
Breaking away from the kiss, he holds me tight against him, cradling my head against his hard chest. I can feel his erection against my stomach. Caleb’s heart is pounding as he rocks our bodies back and forth. “You trust me,” he sighs.
He nuzzles the top of my hair, and his hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me into a kiss so tender, a tear trickles down my cheek. He notices and brushes it away with his thumb.
Releasing me, he pulls off his polo. As his abs come into view, I try to take in a deep breath, but I can’t fill my lungs. Oh my god. This is happening. With Caleb. Now.
As his head clears the shirt, he pulls his arms out and immediately reaches for me again. I hold up a hand and he immediately pauses, waiting to see if I’m okay. I just want to look at him. All right, I know I’m lying. I know I’m going to touch.
Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, I start at the waistband of his jeans. They’re riding low, so the band of his black boxer briefs are visible. I reach out with my finger, tracing the line softly. His skin is like warm steel, and the little trail of hair tracking down toward his cock has me intrigued.
I’m so focused on that spot, I catch his cock twitch inside his jeans. The moment that happens, I feel him inhale so harshly, my eyes fly up.
His eyes are almost black with passion. His arms are at his sides, his hands fisted to keep from reaching for me while I explore his body. The veins in his arms are popping a little as he holds himself back from touching me.
I step closer, not the least bit afraid of this man. Both of my hands rest on his lower stomach. His harsh growl echoes through the room as my hands slowly rise up over each ripple of his abdomen to his chest.
I want to know if his nipples are as sensitive as mine are.
When I reach his pecs, I raise my gaze and meet his eyes. I wanted a blaze.
I think I just unleashed an inferno.
“Cassidy.” Just my name, but a warning.
“Caleb?” Just his name, but a question.
