Page 30 of Lavender Moon

“Early bloomer…” I sigh, my breathing getting shallow with my increasing heart rate. “I’m not surprised,” I tease, and he chuckles lightly in my ear with its lobe between his teeth.

“When it came to you, yes,” he rasps, moving down my neck and fisting his hand into my hair. The soft sting on my scalp makes a moan escape my throat, and Kaleb pushes his jean-clad hard-on against me.

I don’t know who wants this more, but it’s happening. Regardless what happens in the morning, Kaleb and I were always meant to have this moment, and I’m not giving it up.

“How far to your bed?” Kaleb pants against my throat as my fingers grip at the back of his neck.

“It’s a sixteen-stair hike,” I inform him.

Our kiss on the dance floor had continued through to the end of the song before I pushed up on my toes and told him I was ready to go. More kissing ensued when we got into the cab of his truck before he put it in drive, and now that we’re parked on the street outside my apartment, it’s getting more questionable by the minute if we’ll make it upstairs.

“That’s too far,” Kaleb groans as his hands slip under my skirt, his fingers kneading my hips.

Case in point.

“Well, should I just say goodnight then?” I challenge playfully, though I sure as hell hope that’s not the case. I lean in and nibble at his jaw, just in case.

“Not a chance in hell, baby,” he growls, leaning in to maul my chest again, drawing out a shameless moan from deep down in my chest.

“Fuck, I want you, K,” I sigh out.

“Not as bad as I want you,” he responds, palming my breast and splaying a kiss against it, and it makes my sex clench from the rush of pleasure.

“Ah,” I gasp out.

“How do you want me, Lu?” Kaleb asks as he tilts his head back to regard me with his green gaze that’s shadowed in lust as his other hand comes up to squeeze my other breast. “I’ll give it to you however you want it. I want you to love every minute,” he finishes, leaning in to place another kiss on my lips.

“I want you to do what’s natural,” I tell him honestly. I want whatever he has to give; to do with me whatever makes him feel good, whether it’s slow and tender or fast and furious. “Whatever will leave you thinking about this every night of your tour,” I boldly whisper, cupping his face in my hands.

“Fuck, baby, are you sure?” he rumbles against my lips.

“I want us to be completely free with each other,” I affirm as I feel his hand go under my dress again.

“That’s my perfect girl,” he moans his approval as his fingers find the front of my panties, teasing at the edge.

“I’m not perfect,” I moan at his touch.

“You’re perfect for me,” he admonishes, hooking his finger in the front of my dress and nudging it down. “You’ve always been.” His mouth comes down over my exposed nipple and I whimper out it pleasure as his fingers nudge my panties aside to rub against my slit. “Mmm, but those stairs,” he muses.

“What?” I pant out, feeling light-headed from what both his mouth and his fingers are doing to me.

“They’re going to have to wait a few minutes,” he elaborates as two of his fingers are now gliding up and down my wetness.

“Oh God, K,” I’m writhing now, my body slowing rolling against him.

“Fuck Luna, I want you to come first.”

Dammit, I never thought I’d be in Kaleb’s lap while he spoke to me in this way but the shock at how much I love it is an aphrodisiac. It’s like he’s peeled back several layers and is showing me the being that’s been hiding down in his depths craving me. Maybe he doesn’t show me much of himself with his words but his actions right now… I could get drunk on the things I’m seeing with them.

“More,” I exhale, my throat growing dry and he shifts me in his lap, pushing up against me again. He’s harder than steel and it makes me feel empowered.

“You need to come baby,” he says again and God, his words are both tender and dirty and so fucking perfect. “I want you nice and wet when I get inside you upstairs.”

“Oh fuck K, please,” I beg as he glides two fingers up and down my clit before nudging them through my opening. “Oh my God,” my words are a strained whisper.

“Lu you’re so fucking beautiful and perfect like this, fuck,” he growls as he pushes his fingers deeper and I begin to ride them without a conscious thought. He dips his head back down to nibble at my breast again as my back arches with the mind-bending pleasure.

“Kaleb,” I cry out hoarsely as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me and I roll my hips in counter movements.

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