Page 23 of Always Red (Chasing Red 2)

“I want to bite you,” I said. My voice sounded rough.

Her eyes opened, hooded with the same hunger I felt.

“I can’t”—I kissed the side of her mouth, deliberately missing her lips—“get enough”—I kissed the other side, and she closed her eyes, shivering—“of you.”

“Caleb.”

When she pressed her body against mine, lifting her lips like an offering, I snapped.

I buried my hands in her hair, crushing my mouth against hers. Hungry and wild, I devoured, taking everything she gave. I took more and more, until the sound of her moan filled my ears, making me burn.

I was too hungry for her, too starved for her taste, her touch, her smell to think about being gentle.

I needed her. Desperately.

All I could think was more.

She consumed me. Every thought, every feeling, every breath of my being belonged to her.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her nails digging into my back. Her legs tightened around my hips as my mouth dragged along her neck, along the perfect skin above her breasts.

“Caleb.”

My heart was thundering in my ears as she leaned back against the wheel. She closed her eyes as my hands worshipped her. I wanted to rip her clothes off.

She dragged my mouth back to hers again, reckless, wild, and hot. My hands ran up her exposed legs, squeezing, stroking, claiming. I wanted to touch her where I hadn’t dared touch her before, but not here. Not here.

When she licked my neck, my eyes nearly crossed. We had to stop or…I would take her here. And that wasn’t how I planned our first time.

I cupped the back of her head, touched my forehead to hers as our breathing slowed. Her eyes were closed, her shoulders rising in time with her chest.

Her chest…her…

Do not think about it. Do not even look.

“Pancakes?”

She opened her eyes, and I nearly groaned. She was still turned on; I could see the need burning in her eyes. She swallowed, nodding after a moment.

She smiled. “Pancakes.”

Chapter Nine

Caleb

“So.” I blew out a breath, opening the car window to clear my head. Red’s intoxicating scent filled the car.

And I was drowning in it.

Think of something else.

“Have you been to Anna’s?” I asked.

“The café and bakery?”

“Yes. That’s the one.”

Her face brightened. “I love it there.”

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