Page 123 of Always Red (Chasing Red 2)

“You do this to me, Red. Every fucking time. I’m losing my mind because of you. You have no idea…”

He gripped my hair tightly as he ran his other hand down to caress my neck and shoulders, and then further down to squeeze my breast.

“I won’t be gentle with you tonight,” he said before he crushed his mouth against mine.

He bunched the material of my dress that hindered him from touching what was underneath.

And ripped.

“Oh God,” I panted.

I was so unbelievably turned on as his fingers tweaked and teased. I strained against him, needing him to give me more.

“Stop me now if you don’t want this, Red. Otherwise”—he breathed heavily, using his other hand to remove his belt and open his zipper—“I’ll take you right here.”

“No.”

I felt him stiffen, and I smiled in victory as his hard hold slackened.

“No, I don’t want you to be gentle,” I told him.

I whipped around, reached for his tie, and yanked him down to me, fusing his mouth to mine.

Need was a furious demand in my stomach as we sank to the floor. I straddled him, biting his bottom lip. He let out a low moan before I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth.

He raised his hips, shoving his pants and boxers down. I grabbed his shirt and pulled. Buttons snapped and flew. That only urged me to take more.

He clutched at my dress and pushed it up to my waist. He stroked his fingers in my center until I was gasping for breath.

I bit my lip to keep from making a sound as he gripped my hips and pulled me right where he was rock hard between his legs. It felt so good.

I had to place my palms on his naked chest to steady myself. His skin was burning ho

t and lightly covered with sweat. It shocked me that I wanted to lick it.

I was breathing hard. My skin felt tight and sensitive everywhere.

“Lift your hips for me, Red.”

I was still so angry, and I wanted to punish him for what he said to me earlier—for his stupid assumptions about Damon, and for everything else that happened tonight. So I ignored him, continuing to rub myself against him instead.

“Red…” he moaned. “I need you.”

His strong hands slid over my hips to cup me from behind, squeezing and increasing the friction. My body suddenly flooded with hot need. I finally looked him in the eyes and raised my hips.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Caleb.”

His fingers found the tiny scrap of lace that covered me from him and pushed it aside.

I cried out as he slammed into me. He was so hard, so huge that I felt so full inside.

“Ride me, Red. Yeah, just like that.”

Biting my lip, I rocked my hips against him.

Up and down.

Back and forth.

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