Page 108 of Always Red (Chasing Red 2)

“I love it. Thanks, baby. I’m wearing it.”

“No.” She laughed. “You can’t.”

“Of course I can.”

“Caleb,” she warned, snatching the beanie before I could place it on my head.

I narrowed my eyes at her. She must have caught the gleam in them because she started backing away, holding my beanie behind her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I drawled with a hint of a challenge in my tone as I stalked her.

But she only smiled that secret smile of hers and kept walking backward until she hit the wall. I grinned as I closed the distance between us, placing my hands on her waist. Slowly and deliberately, I ran my hands over the hourglass shape of her torso, her ribs, and the sides of her breasts.

Her breathing became erratic, loud and fast in my ear.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I caught you.”

I grazed my nose over her cheek and down to her jaw while my hands cupped her breasts, molded her through her dress.

“This dress is sex. Tell me, Red. Did you wear it for me?”

I heard her swallow audibly before she nodded.

“You have to wear it again. I have…plans for you and this dress.”

She let out a hot, sexy moan and I turned rock hard.

“I’ve never brought a girl into my old bedroom before,” I said, enjoying the arousal I saw in her eyes, the fast pulse in her neck that told me how much she wanted me.

“T-this.” She cleared her throat. “This was your bedroom?”

“Yeah,” I replied, tracing the shape of her earlobe with my lips. “I had…fantasies of bringing a girl here before.” Sucked. Licked. Sucked. “Want to hear them? Or better yet, why don’t I show you?”

“Caleb, please…”

“Please what?”

“Kiss me.”

“Where?”

“Caleb.”

The longing in her voice as she moaned my name made me feel so fucking good.

“Where should I start?” I teased, sweeping my fingertips down her bare arm. “There are so many places to choose from,” I continued, skimming at the tops of her breasts now. “It’s so hard to decide. Need a little help.”

I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling as I heard her make a fr

ustrated sound.

She was staring at my lips, licking hers. At that point, I knew it was either kiss her or die.

Need punched into my stomach as I pushed my fingers into her hair and leaned down to claim her lips. It was powerful, this yearning I had for her. And I surrendered willingly.

I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, exulting at the feel of her, at the taste of her.

“I need you. Now,” I growled.

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