Page 58 of Dark Duet: Platinum Edition
He pulled his arm back slowly, a few inches, issuing his denial of the intimacy between them. He watched as she stared down toward her feet but inched forward and traced her index finger along Caleb’s wrist.
“Come on, Caleb,” she whispered softly. Her head remained down, allowing him the privacy of his reaction.
His skin crawled. If she weren’t so injured, he might have pushed her away. Instead, he let her keep coming. Two fingers touched him now; they trailed slowly from his wrist toward his hand. He allowed it. With a deep breath, he let her fingers find his and interlace. Caleb stared over her head.
His hand was lifted. He felt his fingers brush against Livvie’s ribs. And then her shoulder. And at last, her cheek.
Here.
They hurtme, here.
Caleb’s body swayed a little.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. It was an offer of distraction.
He took it.
Caleb’s chest rattled with the force of his sigh and his lips swept down to meet Livvie’s upturned face. They moaned into each other’s mouths.Fuck! Yes!He wanted nothing more than to hoist Livvie up into his arms, slam her against the shower wall, and fuck her until he forgot all of his frustration, anger, lust, and remorse.
Unlacing their fingers, Caleb reached for Livvie’s breasts with both hands and squeezed. His touch was rough, needy, but she responded with equal intensity. His thumbs traced her areolas. Her flesh puckered beneath his skilled touch. The pebbled tips of her nipples dragged across the pads of his thumbs and she keened softly into Caleb’s ravenous mouth.
Livvie’s trembling hands found his waist. Her fingers gripped his hips and her fingernails dug into his sensitive flesh. It was Caleb’s turn to groan. His flesh was tender from the hot water, but he welcomed the pain, especially when it mingled with the pleasure. He wanted more. He wanted it all.
Caleb stepped forward. Livvie stepped back without breaking their feverish kiss. It was a dance their bodies already knew. She nipped at Caleb’s tongue, his lips, stunning him for short seconds before she slid her tongue along his. With her back against the wall, Caleb took the opportunity to come closer, kiss harder. His cock brushed her belly and he thrust against soft, slippery flesh.
“Ow!” Livvie cried. She broke the kiss and braced her arms around her body, bending slightly as she processed her pain.
Caleb instantly backed away. “Shit. I didn’t think,” he panted, clenching his hands with his arms by his side. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, but didn’t sound it. “I’m okay, just give me a second.”
Caleb felt silly, hovering over her with his massive erection between them. What the fuck was he even thinking?!? He shouldn’t be doing this. He vacillated between what he should be doing and what he wanted to do. He should stop. “We need to stop.”
One of Livvie’s hands reached up and Caleb gave her his arm to use as a support. He wasn’t expecting it when her other hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed. Caleb groaned loudly.
“No,” she said. Her tone brooked no argument. “I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to think. I want to stay here and pretend nothing’s waiting for us when we get out.” Livvie’s words seemed to touch something deep inside him, something he couldn’t touch on his own. Of course, there was also the very physical touch of her palm against his cock.
He hissed through his gritted teeth. Her hand was wrapped tightly around him, her fingers not long enough to touch. She squeezed again. More pleasure. More pain.
“We can’t. I’ll hurt you,” Caleb said.
Livvie’s hand released him, just barely, and the sensation of blood rushing toward the head of his cock was almost enough to make him thrust into her hand. He moaned as her fingertips skimmed his hard flesh. “Well, I canseethat, Caleb. Are they all…like this? I mean…are all men this big?”
Caleb put his hand over hers and held it still. “Don’t talk about other men right now, Livvie. Not when you have my dick in your hand.” He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t the kind to care enough for jealousy. But her question reminded him how much he knew about other men and he didn’t fucking like it.
“Sorry,” she whispered and blushed. “I guess no one would like that, would they?”
Livvie smiled at Caleb cautiously, beautifully, despite the bruises.
My tough girl.
Livvie’s brown eyes still drew his interest, more than ever before. As he let himself take his fill, her eyes seemed to do the same. Her fingers twitched beneath his hand and against his cock. He moaned and watched her pupils dilate, deepening the depths of her stare; he wondered if his did the same.
Caleb watched as her kitten tongue slid slowly across her bottom lip. Slowly, the supple flesh disappeared into her mouth and he watched as she bit down. He swallowed hard. “No,” he said, his voice hoarse, “especially when in this sort of position.” He smiled at her. “Still, I assure you, my dick is very special.”
Livvie grinned. “I can’t believe…you had this in me.”
Caleb’s hips rocked forward at her words. His cock remembered fucking her in the ass – it recalled the tightness, and warmth, waiting inside her. He remembered her whimpers and sighs, the way she undulated against his chest when she came apart under him.
