Page 19 of Drive Me Wild (Owl Creek #2)

C aleb picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, placing my feet carefully on the floor. Then he spins me around so my back is facing his chest. Heat licks at my body as I stand there, waiting for him to do something.

One second, two seconds, three.

I feel his breath on my neck, and an arm reaches around, his hand pressing into my sternum, fingers cupping the underside of my breast.

“You want to know how I like it?” He whispers in my ear.

I nod, pressing my ass against the hard rock that has formed in his pants.

“This bold version of you really turns me on, Zoe. Why don’t you slip those panties off?”

I pull up the skirt of my dress and hook a finger into the side of my panties, pulling them down and dropping them to my ankles. Then I kick them off and reach my hand down to touch myself, but Caleb grabs my wrist to stop me.

“Not yet,” he whispers in my ear. His voice is deep and gravelly, sending my nerves into a tailspin.

The hand that is pressed to my sternum moves now, reaching for my breast and covering it. His skin is hot, and I can feel it through my clothes. I want him to rip this dress off and bend me over, but it seems like he has other plans.

Heat is building between his hand and me. My nipple hardens under his touch. He’s barely moving, barely sending a ripple of motion through his palm, but it makes waves in my body. Then I feel a delicate squeeze, and my core lights up.

“Unbutton your dress, Zoe.”

I do as I’m told, my hands shaking as I try to release each plastic piece from its hole to reveal my naked breasts.

“Caleb,” my body wants him like a starving person wants food.

He reaches inside the dress now, again cupping my breast. His breath is on my neck, in my ear. I grind myself against him, but he presses his other hand into my hip and holds me in place.

My nipples are like pebbles, and he is gently pinching and releasing them. With each squeeze, my core sends out a shock wave. I feel something building in me that has a weight to it. Has size. I can feel its presence, and it’s like nothing I’ve known.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, Zoe.”

He says my name as if he’s reciting his favorite love poem. I want to be that poem. I want to be the words that form in his mind when he thinks of love.

I sit on the bed, and he opens up my dress so my breasts are bare to him. Then he hikes up the skirt of my dress so my core is bare to him. I feel sexy sitting like this. Exposed, ready to take him in.

I think back to the two lessons he gave me, which were really opportunities for me to feel safe being turned on and to let myself unfold for him.

I want to unfold everything.

Caleb kneels down in front of me, sitting between my spread legs. He leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth, again sending shock waves through my system. As he does, he swipes his thumb across my center, and I nearly buck up in the air.

“Is that where you saw me touching you? In your fantasy?”

I nod, and he pulls away so he can look at me. Down there.

“So pretty. So perfect. Spread your legs for me a little more.”

I do as he says and feel the heat of his eyes on me. I’m drenched. Buckets are pouring out of me as I anticipate his next touch.

“Lean back and scoot back.” Again, I do as he says, shifting my body further away from him on the king-sized bed. He climbs on the bed, kneeling in front of me. Our eyes lock on each other, and I can’t shake the thrill of being this wide open for him.

Waiting for him.

The anticipation sends more energy to the thing that is building inside of me like a bucket that is nearly full and about to spill.

“I want to see you touch yourself like you did when you fantasized about me. About us.”

I reach my hand down and use my middle finger to rub on my bud while I spread myself open with my first and ring finger. It feels natural for him to be here, as if all my fantasies were memories of our time together.

My breath is becoming shallow. I want him inside of me. I want to see him naked again, pressing himself into my folds.

Instead, he lays himself down on the bed so that his face is close enough to where my hand is working that I can feel the tickle of his breath on my skin.

“You’re so wet, Zoe. Is that for me?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“I want to taste you. Can I do that?”

“Yes.” It’s more of a plea than anything else.

I feel his tongue on the inside of my thigh, slowly creeping down to my center. As he nears, he pushes my hand away gently. Again, seconds tick by when I feel nothing. Then there’s a brush.

Wet. Soft. Taunting me. Teasing me.

The nerves in my core are on high alert.

I think I’m going to explode from that single lick.

That single touch. I plead with him to do it again, my hands gripping his hair.

And then I feel it. His lips lock on my center as he sucks gently, rolling his tongue over me, and my whole body starts to tense, preparing for a monumental release.

He slides a finger inside me, and suddenly, I feel a pressure inside. He is pushing against a part of me that is more alive than any other inch of my body, and I lose control.

I’m bucking against him, holding his head between my legs as the thing that was building inside me has taken over, driving my heels into the mattress and making all my muscles contract before—

Boom. A bomb goes off in my center, sending wave after wave of pleasure from tip to toe. Every cell in my body explodes and then relaxes, tenses, and releases, and I realize that I’ve actually released everything.

All over his face.

I pull back and stare at him as he wipes a hand across his face while grinning like a guy who won the lottery.

“What just happened, Caleb?”

“That, Zoe, was female ejaculation.”

“Um, what?”

“It’s not common, but some women release just like men do.”

He stands up and turns to leave. “I’m going to grab a towel real quick.”

Even though one of our ground rules is ‘no shame,’ I feel the heat of it racing up my neck. His bed is soaked underneath me, like I peed on myself.

When he returns, my legs are pulled up against my chest and I’m sitting against the wall.

“Hey.” He climbs onto the bed next to me and hands me a warm, wet cloth. “There’s no shame in this. It’s normal. Special, actually.”

I don’t know if I believe him, but I take the towel and wipe my legs. “Can I help you strip the bed and remake it?”

“No.” He pulls me over, and suddenly, I’m straddling him as he sits against the wall. “That was amazing, Zoe. I don’t want you to feel like anything is wrong or dirty. I’ll deal with the bed later.”

“Has that ever happened before? With you?”

The edges of his kissable mouth curl in a grin. “Nope.”

“So how do you know—”

“You called me a sex-pert, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well…” Caleb raises his eyebrows at me. “Zoe, you are amazing. That was amazing. And I want to…I want to do that again. That and more. But not because I’m teaching you anything. Because I want to be with you.”

My mind starts racing. I never in a million years would have thought that a man like Caleb would want to be with me, especially after I admitted that I suck in bed.

So, even though I’ve been fantasizing about him all summer, especially since I came back to Owl Creek, I never imagined this happening.

“What are you saying?”

“I know we have this secret relationship, but can we try to have more emphasis on ‘relationship’ and less on ‘secret’?”

A lump sits in my throat as I consider what he just asked.

Not only did he just admit that of all the women he’s ever been sexual with, I’m the only one who’s done something like this with him, but he’s also done nothing but disprove everything I feared.

Why should I punish him by continuing to think that he’s just a player? Why not give him a chance?

“So, you want more than sex, or you want more sex?”

“Why not both?” He squeezes my butt cheeks and presses a kiss to my lips. “But I promised to help you with your business plan this morning. And that’s what a good boyfriend would do, right?”

“B-boyfriend. You want to be my boyfriend.”

“If you’ll have me.”

The air feels as thick as mud.

“I’m not experienced like the other women you—”

“I don’t want them, Zoe. I want more. And to me, that means you.”

“Me.”

“You.”

My heart is pounding in my chest, and my hands feel like they’re pricked with needles. I don’t know if I’m going to pass out or what, but I want to do this. I want to be with him, knowing he is doing everything possible to become someone else. “I thought you were going to show me what you like?”

“I just did.”

I crawl off him and scoot off the bed. “Don’t you want me to do stuff for you?” I feel like he gave me the most momentous orgasm of my life, and I’m supposed to return the favor.

I want to return the favor. I want him to never think of another woman again. And that thought alone tells me everything I need to know about us.

Caleb climbs off the bed and wraps his muscled arms around me, pulling me close enough to feel the heat radiating from his thick form.

“Zoe, trust me when I say that bringing you to orgasm was all I wanted. And the fact that you were so turned on you ejaculated? If I were the type of man who keeps score, I’d say I just won the sex lottery. ”

I’m definitely going to pass out. How is it possible that the guy who has women begging him for hookups thinks he won the sex lottery with me?

Maybe it’s because we’re good together.

“Okay, but I think I’m not ready for this to be less secret. Can we keep up the ruse a little longer so I can figure out how to tell Renée?”

“Anything you want, sugar.”

“Sugar? Nah. We have to work on the cute nickname.”

He winked at me and then tugged the sheets off the bed, replacing them with freshly laundered blue flannel ones. And I realize here and now, as I look around this room at this man and the life he’s built, that I’m falling for Caleb.