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Her eyes flew open.
“You are so fucking beautiful when you come.”
He snarled those words. His jaw was granite. His eyes wild.
But he still hadn’t touched her.
She glanced down at the white-knuckled grip he had on the chair.
He ensnared her with his eyes.
Lust.
Need.
Admiration?
“I want your nipples beneath my tongue.”
When Caleb didn’t move to touch her, she cupped her breasts. Brought one rosy tip to his lips.
Warm, moist heat surrounded her sensitive flesh.
He suckled her, gently at first, then with powerful draws that hallowed out his cheeks.
Her hips jerked, attached by an invisible cord to his mouth. Her head fell back with a moan.
“So beautiful,” Caleb muttered against her skin.
He transferred his attention to her other breast.
“Caleb.”
“Give me permission to touch you, sweetheart. I need to hear you say it.”
“Touch me. Oh, God, please touch me.”
If he didn’t, she was going to go up in flames.
His arms caged her hips. His abs flexed against her inner thighs as he stood in one strong, fluid movement, taking her with him.
“Bedroom,” he rasped.
She was too busy clinging to him to answer, inhaling his scent like it was a drug and she needed the high.
She licked the skin behind his ear.
He shuddered, slamming his shoulder into the bedroom doorframe.
Caleb reached out one long arm to rip away the duvet and top sheet.
Gia’s back met the mattress, his body covering her.
He took her mouth, his tongue spearing between her lips to claim her. His calloused hands memorized every inch of her skin.
Shifting to his side, he tugged her panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare—in more ways than one.
Possessive. Dominant. So incredibly sexy.