Page 87 of Always Red (Chasing Red 2)

“Here. I’m here. I got you, baby.”

Pure satisfaction penetrated the haze of craving when I heard her stunned gasp as I ripped off her panties.

Blood pounded in my head, and my heart drummed madly against my chest. I gripped her leg, hooked it behind my hip. Looking into her eyes, I asked breathlessly, “Do you want me, Red? Like I want you?”

Dark eyes clouded with lust and love, she nodded.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip as I plunged into her, calling out her name.

Her breath stuttered out and her eyes opened, shimmering with the need for release.

I was captivated. Every move she made, every hitch in her breathing… I was so tuned in. The world could burn around us, and I wouldn’t notice it. She was everything there was. Everything.

“Caleb.” She whispered my name with a wonder that seized my heart.

Her nails dug into my back, and the pain and pleasure urged me to go faster, harder, deeper.

I claimed her mouth as I drove into her, muffling her choked cries. The need was vicious and painful as it took over every instinct. When her body went taut with release and her eyes clouded with ecstasy, I pounded myself into her.

My last thought before I let myself fall was I love you.

Chapter Twenty-four

Caleb

I was grinning when I boarded my flight. Everything was going great because:

(a) Red and I had made love.

(b) I was able to snag another flight just an hour after my original flight was scheduled to leave.

(c) Red and I had made love.

(d) Red and I had made love.

Of course, it’s because of a, c, and d that I missed my flight, but I’d miss ten thousand flights if it meant I could have her again.

I texted her as soon as I landed.

Regina International Airport was small but sleek and modern, with its steel beams, high, impressive skylights, and glass windows that welcomed the rich sunlight.

I hated huge airports because I always got lost in them. They seemed to have too many entrances and exits, and too many people. If I wanted to sign up for a tour of the Matrix, I’d go find Neo and the Key Maker.

Strolling through the crowd, I spotted a Subway, a Tim Hortons, and a kiosk with a tiny white bear wearing a red Royal Canadian Mounted Police uniform on display.

I thought of Red right away. She liked cute things like that.

So I bought it.

As soon as I stepped outside, the heat and humidity hit me like a punch in the face. Red had booked a limo for me in advance, and I was more than happy to get into the air-conditioned vehicle.

“Miranda Inn, please,” I informed the driver.

I was just settling in, taking in the sights, when my phone burped a text. It was Ben telling me to meet him in the hotel lounge so we could have drinks and catch up before we talked business.

Miranda Inn’s success was due to my grandfather’s inherent knack for business—and luck. He had won the first hotel in a poker game, acquired all the rights and filed all legalities, changed the hotel name to his daughter’s, and in less than five years had expanded it into a chain countrywide. When he passed away, my mother inherited the business and took it international.

I got out of the cab and entered the hotel. I observed its muted colors and tasteful modern furnishings as I wandered inside, silently approving of the classy marble fountain in the middle of the lobby—though wouldn’t it be cool to have a life-size T. Rex skeleton instead?

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