Page 124 of Always Red (Chasing Red 2)

Up and down.

“Put your arms up, hold your hair. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Fuck, yeah. Like that.”

His hands gripped my hips as I let my head fall back, lifting my arms as I held my hair up for him.

And rode him.

The love and need and longing I felt for him overwhelmed me as I watched the haze of pleasure play over his handsome face. His eyes darkened as he watched me on top of him, his face a tight mask of control as he gritted his teeth.

Then his hands were cupping my breasts, squeezing, his thumbs circling.

My eyes shot to his.

Take me.

Suddenly, I wanted him to come. Desperation pushed me to go faster. I could hear the slap of skin on skin, feel the slippery wet slide of our bodies, smell the intoxicating scent of his sweat.

His hands curled around my neck as he pulled me down for a desperate, rough kiss.

“Just like that, Red. Go slow. Fuuuuck.”

He pressed his lips to my ear and whispered dirty secrets about what he’d always wanted to do to me.

It drove me mad.

I pushed away from him, keeping my hands on his chest. My nails dug into his skin as he grabbed my hips and hammered into me.

Fast and shallow, slow and deep.

Faster.

Until my head was spinning and my lungs felt tight and everything around me exploded in a burst of light as I climaxed. I slumped on top of him, boneless.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered in warning.

I gasped and swallowed hard as he shifted us until he was on top of me.

“Hold on to me,” he said before he drove me to the brink once again.

And again.

And again.

Chapter Thirty-two

Veronica

Caleb stroked my back gently, the tips of his fingers lightly trailing from the small of my back to the top of my spine. I felt his chest rise as he took a deep breath before he kissed my hair.

My muscles and bones felt liquefied, but my heart refused to slow down as it continued to knock sharply against my chest.

The tap, tap, tap of the rain against the roof and the soft whooshing of the wind should have relaxed me, but they didn’t. Our argument had planted a persistent ache in the pit of my stomach.

“Red,” Caleb whispered softly. Achingly. “I’m so sorry.”

The pain and sincerity I heard in his voice grabbed at my heart, but hurt and anger still had their claws in me. I rolled away from him, pulling the blanket to cover myself.

What the hell was I thinking? Ending up in bed with him because I couldn’t separate the anger and longing I felt for him.

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