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“I love how you touch me.”
She loved the way his voice sounded. Deep and raspy.
“Keep touching me, Gia. Everything you do feels good.”
Her heart swelled. Warmth flooded her body.
She redoubled her efforts, alternately licking and sucking him in as deeply as she could until his breaths grew ragged, and his hips thrust in an erratic pattern that told her he was nearing the edge of his control.
Caleb’s hands wrapped hers. “Sweetheart, if you don’t want to swallow me, you’d better stop.”
Like hell she would. He was hers. Even if she couldn’t keep him forever, she’d leave her mark.
She lifted her head. “Please. I want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He released his hold on her with a groan.
It didn’t take her long to push him over the edge. He came with a shout, and she swallowed him down. Tasted him as he’d tasted her.
And, for the first time, took pleasure in the action.
“Damn.” Caleb hauled her to his lips for a gentle, lingering kiss that squeezed her heart.
She tasted both of them, together, on her tongue.
He shifted to his side. Pulled up the covers so they could slide beneath.
A wall of warm, hard flesh pressed against her back. One arm burrowed beneath her neck and the other draped her waist.
A soft kiss brushed her shoulder. “You’re amazing. Thank you.”
She let out a contented sigh. This was what it felt like to be worshipped by a man. To be safe.
Only she wasn’t safe. And neither was Caleb as long as he was with her.
Her post-sex high evaporated.
A heavy sigh gusted the back of her neck. “Babe, you’re thinking too hard again.”
She faced him. Stared into those beautiful brown eyes. Traced the lips that had caressed her, brought her pleasure.
Told her nothing but truth.
For the rest of her time with Caleb, she’d show him with her body and her heart what he meant to her. She’d do her best to encourage him to reconcile with his family.
So when she had to let him go, when he realized what a coward she was, a part of him might recognize her actions for what they were.
Love.
One week.
Chapter Twenty
Vincentetookasipof tequila and let his free hand wander down the back of the girl bent over the teak executive desk in his office at Club Turquesa. She wore a hot pink sequined dress that barely covered her voluptuous ass—now hiked to her waist, her pink lace thong around her knees.