Page 93 of Hit the Ground
Calebopenedthepassengerdoor of his truck, slipped his arm under me, and lifted me out. He carried me into my house, closing the door behind us and flipping the lock. Then he pressed me against the door, cupped my jaw, and stared down at me.
We hadn’t planned on coming to my house after Joy’s, but I’d gotten the sense he wasn’t in the mood for the long drive back to the ranch. That was fine with me. After spinning in his arms all night, I didn’t want to spend more time than I had to out of them.
His nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. “I’m feeling a whole hell of a lot.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t.” He leaned in, dragging his mouth along my neck then nipping my ear. “I need to keep feelin’ it with you. Can I do that?”
“Of course you can.” I dug my fingers into his hair, tugging on the ends. “Give it to me, Caleb. I want to feel it too.”
His answering growl vibrated against my skin, then his mouth claimed mine, hot and insistent. My legs locked around him as his hands skimmed down my sides, charting my body. I gasped against his lips when he palmed my hip and hauled me into him, my heated core flush with his middle.
“Caleb—” Whatever I’d meant to say burned away the second his tongue slid against mine. He lashed at my mouth, battering it down with an onslaught of emotion he couldn’t express with words but wanted to share with me, nonetheless. I understood exactly what he was communicating, answering with my own kisses and caresses, arching my hips into him, on an endless mission to get closer and closer.
When he finally tore his mouth from mine, his breathing was ragged, his forehead resting against mine. “Bedroom,” he breathed. “Gotta get you into the bedroom.”
I nodded my consent, though we both knew I was going wherever he was. I didn’t plan on unwrapping myself from him until it was necessary. He stumbled down the hall with me in his arms, knocking into furniture and walls, stopping every few steps to kiss me before continuing.
My bedroom was barely lit, the glow of the lamp I’d left on casting everything in muted gold. Caleb fumbled with the hem of my dress, gathering it at my waist in one hand. I leaned back enough for him to yank the fabric free from where it was stuck between us, and he pulled it the rest of the way over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
I slid my palms beneath his T-shirt, feeling the dichotomy of hard and soft. There was no part of him I liked best. Made of iron strength and pillowy comfort, I could have studied his body and face for the rest of my life and still not have had enough. I always wanted him over me, inside me, around me. If it were possible, I would have curled up inside him too. Instead, I worked onmelding myself to his skin, kissing and touching him with every ounce of impatience and reverence he stirred within me.
When I pressed my mouth to his chest, he shuddered. His hand threaded into my hair and held me there, above his thudding heart.
“Christ, do I need you.” He walked to my bed and lowered me onto the mattress. “Get naked for me, darlin’. I want to look at you for a minute—see what’s mine.”
He stood there, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath he took, eyes dark and intent on me. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra, then slid the straps down my arms. The cool air kissed my skin as the fabric fell away, and Caleb’s chest heaved like he’d been punched.
He always looked at me that way. No matter how many times I bared myself to him, he reacted like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and couldn’t quite believe his eyes. Under his gaze, I gained confidence. Iwantedhim to see me, to show me how much he wanted me, and he never failed to deliver.
His gaze tracked every movement as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and slipped them down my thighs, kicking them free at the end of the bed. I leaned back on my elbows, bare and open, the heat of his stare burning hotter than anything else.
Caleb dragged a rough palm down his face then dropped it to press against the heavy bulge in his jeans. Rubbed once, hard, like he couldn’t help it. Then he stared at me, unmoving, as if the sight of me had ripped him raw.
He shook his head, still pressing on his erection. “This is it. You’re going to kill me, Allie-girl.”
Without warning, he dropped to his knees, gripped my thighs, and dragged me forward until my hips perched at the edge of the mattress. Before I could draw in a full breath, his mouth was on me. Hot, hungry, unrelenting. He buried his face betweenmy thighs, tongue sliding against me in long, devastating strokes that had my fingers tangling in his hair so I didn’t hit the roof.
He held me open, devouring me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted—the only thing hewouldeverwant.
He licked and sucked in a rhythm that made my hips buck helplessly, each stroke dragging me higher, closer, until I was trembling against his mouth.
“Caleb…you…I…” My fingers fisted in his hair, pulling, but he only growled and doubled down, sliding one thick finger inside me as his tongue circled and pressed. The stretch of him, the steady rhythm, the heat of his mouth—it was too much. I couldn’t stand it for another second.
The world went white hot as I broke apart, gasping his name, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure tore through me. He didn’t stop. He licked me through it, swallowing every tremor, holding my thighs wide while my body shook and shook.
When I finally started to come down, he kissed the inside of one thigh then the other. I opened my eyes in time to see him reach for my nightstand drawer and pull it open.
My breath stuttered. “What are you doing?”
He held up the slim, familiar shape of my vibrator. “I told you I was nosy,” he rumbled, flicking the switch with his thumb until it buzzed to life. The sound alone made me whimper, but him holding it over me, like a threat and promise, had my legs shaking and my hips rising off the bed.
“Caleb,” I sighed, reaching for him.
He pressed on my abdomen, holding me down. “Do you like how this feels? Do you slip it inside yourself or rub it on your clit?”
“Both.” I licked my parched lips. “I like to do both.”
