Page 103 of Dark Duet: Platinum Edition

I couldn’t even speak; I just shook my head emphatically, but the look in his eyes told me he knew I was lying.

“Yes. You did.” This time his teasing was a little painful. I was really embarrassed, and I knew he just wouldn’t let it go. Tears started to well up in my eyes.

“No, I didn’t!” I said on a rush of breath, and I felt the heat of my tears cutting across my cheek.

He rolled his eyes as he sat up. He put his finger under my chin and tilted my head upward. “Really? Tears, Kitten?Youkissedme. Against my will, I might add. Shouldn’t I be the one to cry?” he asked. He laughed uproariously as I buried my face in my pillow again.

“Oh, come on!” he said in an annoyed tone and laid his face next to mine. “I’ll drop it, okay?”

Bringing my head up slowly and wiping away my tears, I whispered, “You promise?” He put his hand around my waist, pulled me close, and rolled me onto my back. Stunned, I simply looked up at him. “Absolutely not,” he said. Carefully, I tried to move, but his weight pinned me to the mattress. “By now you should know I always get what I want.”

As I stared up into his enigmatic blue eyes, it was hard to ignore the sensual line of his jaw. It showed the barest trace of his morning stubble. His hair was ruffled from sleep, and while I thought it should make him look ridiculous, it only made him more handsome. Caleb was a person, bed head and all. But of all the things difficult to ignore about the man on top of me, there was one that stood out…quite literally. He was incredibly hard between my thighs.

“And whatdoyou want?” I asked, softly.

We stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. He looked at me in a way I’d never seen before. I didn’t want to give it a name or classification. I was more than content to just have him look at me with that expression on his face.

Slowly, I brought my hands up to his face. I couldn’t help myself. Knowing how soft he could be, the urge to touch him was something I didn’t want to fight off.

He seemed taken aback by my touch, and the playful smile he held fell from his face. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments, and my fingers sensed the gentle shake of his head just before I kissed him so hard we both made a hurt sound. My brain fired synapses to every part of my body, and heat flooded my skin and pooled between my thighs. His tongue begged to be allowed into my mouth and I opened up to him. My hands weaved through his hair. He moaned into my mouth, and my hunger for him exploded from a place I had begun to suspect was there for quite some time.

I started to get a little frightened when he reached down and pulled up my nightgown.I don’t think I’m ready for this.He spread my legs with his body, cradling himself between my thighs. His cock was incredibly hard. I wanted to say something, protest in some way, but then I felt the heat of him against the wetness I’d created, and I could’ve sworn I heard us sizzle. He withdrew his lips from mine and latched his hot, sucking mouth onto my neck. I threw my head back, surprised by the sensation of both pleasure and pain, a sensation that only became more powerful as the son of a bitch bit me.

I gasped loudly. My hands instinctively flexed into fists in his hair and I pulled him backward. “That hurt!” I said through gritted teeth.

He pulled my hands free from his hair and held them above my head with his left hand. “You think I don’t know?” The unmistakable look of lust had taken over his features, and he appeared almost feral in his intensity.

I was a little frightened, but my desire for him wouldn’t let me care. I pulled his mouth down toward mine. My heart slammed around in my chest as the liquid fire in my veins seemed to burn me from the inside out.

Abruptly, his touch turned soft and he kissed me so gently I wanted to cry again. “You’re so wet; my cock is covered in you,” he whispered against my mouth. I moaned loudly at his words, and I knew my mind was made up.

“Make love to me,” I replied. My voice sounded alien to my own ears. His heart beat hard against me, and his cock twitched against my pussy. He took a deep, ragged breath and placed his forehead against my shoulder. In the silence, my hunger feuded with my growing shame over the idea he would say something cruel or make some silly joke. I would be undone.

He finally picked his head back up and looked at me. I couldn’t decipher the message in his eyes. He conveyed so many things at once: need, anger, confusion, and something else. “Fuck,” he said.

His shoulders slumped subtly, and I worried this was the part where he was going to say something to make me wish I could crawl inside myself and die. I wanted to say something, perhaps offer some preemptive strike, like ‘I was just kidding,’ but I couldn’t say anything. Then, to my relief, he let my hands go and slipped the straps of my nightgown down my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

“You have the most beautiful tits.” Heat crawled over my flesh and my nipples tightened.

“Thanks?” I said, unsure.

“You’re welcome,” he said through a smile and put his mouth around my aching nipple.

I attempted to wrap my arms around him, but they were trapped in the straps of my nightgown. Overcome by a rush of sensation, I pressed my thighs tightly in an effort to close them and crushed Caleb closer to my body as I writhed under his consuming touch. He sucked and bit at one nipple and then the other, and did not neglect any part in between. I closed my eyes and swam in a sea of pleasure, pain, and longing.

I think I love you.

The thought swirled in my brain like an angry tornado begging me to say the words out loud, but I couldn’t – I couldn’t possibly. I felt like I might have an orgasm just then, before he was even inside me, before he’d even touched me down there. I teetered on the edge, which felt both delicious and annoying.

Say it! I think I love you.

He reached down between our bodies and slid his underwear past his erection.

Oh my god! Oh my god!

“Wait,” I said, breathless. Caleb paused.

“What?” he asked. He sounded genuine in his concern.