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“We’ll never know,” he says, shrugging. “We can’t change the past.”

Two can play at this game.

“Shame,” I say, turning away and making my way to the kitchen door.

I don’t make it two steps before a hand clamps around my wrist, spinning me around.

“But I will tell you this. That night you ruined me for all other women.”

I have a split second to focus on the face in front of me before his lips crash down on mine.

CHAPTER 39

APRIL

Igasp as our lips collide, and my mouth opens, something Caleb takes quick advantage of. His tongue meets and duels mine, almost in a battle for supremacy. That seems to be the way with us… a power struggle. He wants to dominate, and I fight back.

My hands wind up over his shoulders and into the short hair at the nape. He moans into my mouth as I rake my fingers against his scalp, pulling him closer. There’s no mistaking his desire as he presses his rock-hard cock against me.

I rip my mouth away, staring up at him. His pupils dilate, and his cheeks become flushed. Like mine, his breathing is uneven. I grin. We seem to bring out the lust in one another.

“This is just sex… clear the air, get us back on track,” I tell him.

He looks down at me and smirks.

“I mean it, Cal. This is us scratching the itch that’s been bubbling between us.”

“So you think you can fuck me out of your system? Is that it?” he asks, a strange look passing over his features, makingmy breath catch.Is that what I want?I know the chemistry between us has been simmering in the background, but can I do this? Distance myself enough?

“You said you’re straight with your partners,” I add, trying to take back some semblance of control as I melt under his heated gaze. “This is me being straight with you. I’m horny, and I’m tired of fighting whatever this is.”

I gesture between us and he captures my hand, pulling me towards his body.

“Sex it is then,” he says as I collide with his solid chest, my nipples growing painfully hard as his mouth hovers above mine. “But what if I make you fall in love with me, little dancer?” he whispers against my lips.

“Never going to happen,” I whisper back, dragging his lower lip between my teeth and sucking. He moans, his eyes closing. The way our breath mingles sends shivers down my spine.

“One night,” I repeat before allowing my hands to sweep up and around his neck once more.

“Then I’d best make the most of it.”

There’s no warning before his mouth slams down on mine, stealing my breath. I open for him, his lips and tongue taking full advantage. He manoeuvres us backwards until I hit the side of the table where we spent the evening playing cards. Kissing him is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, at least not since New York. How did I have the strength to walk away from this man?

There’s a sense of desperation, a need. We have spent weeks tiptoeing around one another, and now we are finally giving in to our desires… Kissing Caleb Frazer is like riding the fastest roller coaster in the fun park, all adrenaline, and nail-biting pleasure.

His hands slide down to my ass as he lifts me effortlessly, settling me onto the table. He moves between my legs, neveronce breaking our kiss. His hands slide up under my t-shirt, unclasping my bra and freeing my breasts into his hands. His thumbs brush against my pebbled nipples, eliciting another moan.

When my head drops back, his mouth moves to my neck, nipping and sucking, finding all those toe-curling spots that shoot darts of pleasure straight to my core. My pussy contracts sharply in delight and anticipation.

Before I can blink, my t-shirt is gone, my bra, history. Caleb’s mouth locks onto my nipple, teasing me with his teeth and tongue. My hands lock in his hair, and I slide my hips forward, connecting with his cock, rubbing myself against him. His groan vibrates against my breast, and I undulate my hips.

“Keep up with that, and I will not last,” he says, pressing himself against me.

I slide my hand under his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, exposing his broad shoulders and tight abs. He has a swimmer’s body. I remember him mentioning he swam growing up but has taken to running more now. His body highlights how much care he takes of himself. That and the pool on the roof let me know he hasn’t abandoned that hobby.

He watches as my hands explore the bare skin on his chest. Stopping when I reach his tribal tattoo on his bicep, tracing it with my nail. Goosebumps appear on his skin.

I lift my gaze to him, licking my lips as I stare at his swollen mouth.