Page 42 of Lights Out (Love in the Paddock #1)

I stare at Caleb in shock.

He wants to spend the night with me.

“I want you,” he says. “I want to put my hands all over you. You don’t even want to know the things I’ve thought about doing to you.”

OH MY GOD.

Caleb puts his hands on my bare arms, and heat shoots through me from his rough, masculine hands grasping my skin.

“As much as I want that—and believe me, I do—that doesn’t matter if it’s not what you want,” he continues. “If you aren’t ready, if you need more time, I more than understand it. I respect it. And I will wait for you. Because it has to be you, Isla. You’re the only woman I want.”

My heart is beating so fast, I can hear it in my ears. Caleb’s words are full of desire and longing, but also show respect for any boundaries I might have.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard a man say.

“Please let me come up,” he says, his voice low. “We can talk. Mess around. You set the boundaries, and I’ll follow them. I just want more of you, in whatever way you can give me.”

I suck in a breath. His eyes remain locked on mine, his hands gently moving up and down my arms. I keep my gaze fixed on his, taking in all the emotions in those beautiful blue eyes. Respect. Adoration. Desire. Longing.

I hope he sees the same reflected in my own eyes, along with one other thing.

Trust.

“Isla? What are you thinking, sweetheart?”

I don’t hesitate in my answer. “I want you to come upstairs. So I can show you the things I’ve been thinking about doing to you, Caleb.”

I see nothing but heat in his eyes now. Then he pulls me to him, his mouth crushing against mine in a hot, desperate kiss.

I sink my hands into his silken black hair, my tongue warring with his as the boundaries fall away.

I trust Caleb. I know we’re going to have sex for the first time, but I also know it’s more than that.

Caleb has made it clear that I matter to him.

What I feel and think are important to him.

That shows me how much he cares—and the care he’s giving me right now?

That’s all I needed to know to set myself free to be with him. And I can’t wait to have sex with this man.

I tear my mouth away from his. “How are we going to sneak you inside?”

Caleb’s lips press a gentle kiss on my collarbone, and I think I’m going to implode in the back seat of this car.

“Caleb,” I say, coiling my fingers in his hair as his lips continue to explore my collarbone. “You need to focus.”

“Trust me, I’m very focused,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “You smell—and taste—so damn good, I could lick every inch of you.” His tongue trails underneath my collarbone now. “And I think I will.”

OH. MY. GOD.

“Caleb, stop,” I groan. “We have to think of a way to get you inside.”

He pops his head up. “Ways to get inside of you? I have lots of ideas on that.”

The mischievous grin on his face makes me burst out laughing.

I take one of my hands out of his hair and use my thumb and index finger to flick him on the forehead.

Caleb looks stunned for a moment, and then he laughs so hard, it feels like the sound rolls through me, and I smile in sheer happiness.

“I have two key cards,” I say. “They’re used to access the elevators and my apartment.”

“The lift and your flat, but go on.”

“Do you want me to flick you again?”

Caleb playfully kisses the bridge of my nose. “Go on.”

“I could go in first, then you follow a bit later,” I suggest. Then I frown. “It’s still risky. Even if you wore sunglasses and a baseball cap, you’d still be recognizable.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says firmly. “Are you?”

I should think about this. We should plan this in advance, carefully coordinate it, and take every precaution to protect our privacy, especially in White City, where The Downforce Network is.

But I know what I need. And that is to be with Caleb.

“Yes,” I say with no hesitation.

“Go on up,” Caleb says. “I’ll have Peter drive me around for ten minutes, and I’ll follow when I see the coast is clear.

If for some reason a photo appears of me, if anyone asks, I’ll say I know somebody here.

As long as we aren’t snapped together, anything else will be speculation and nothing more. ”

“Okay,” I say.

Caleb draws my face between his large hands and kisses me furiously. Hungrily. Deeply. A growl escapes his throat, and my body tightens in response to the desperate sound. He tears his mouth away from mine. “Go. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I nod. I exit the vehicle and hurry up to my apartment, my body humming with excitement and desire. There’s not an ounce of hesitation in me. I know what I’m doing. I know the risks.

And I know Caleb is worth taking every single one.

I slip inside my apartment and turn on the lights. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until clothes are going to be torn off, Caleb’s hands will be on my body, and my hands will be exploring his.

God, I can’t wait to have sex with him!

I toss my purse on my nightstand and hurry into the bathroom.

I refresh my perfume—hopefully I don’t smell like the inside of Box O’ Chix—and quickly brush my teeth.

I apply a lip stain that I use for TV. It stays on forever and won’t come off when I’m exploring his lean, athletic body with my mouth.

Although I wouldn’t mind leaving my mark on that tight, muscled neck that has been built by driving a Formula 1 car.

I take off my shoes. Then I decide I want to give Caleb something when he walks in. I want him to know he has an active partner in sex, someone who can give as well as take.

I’m going to greet him in nothing but my bra and panties.

This will let him know I have no doubts about what we are about to do, and I’m just as eager for it as he is.

I strip off my top and jeans, placing them at the bottom of my closet as I don’t even have a laundry basket yet.

I move to the mirror over my dresser, taking in my skin-colored strapless bra.

It’s definitely sexy, with floral lace and scalloped edges.

I’m wearing a matching low-rise lace thong.

It’s not black, but I think it’s definitely hot because of the nude-like effect.

Buzz!

I go back to the nightstand and pick up my phone. It’s Caleb:

Nobody is in the lobby. I’m on my way up. I’ll let myself in.

Pure adrenaline shoots through me. This is going to happen. I’m nearly naked and Caleb is going to do all kinds of things to me when he walks in that door.

And I cannot wait for that to happen.

I decide I will meet him at the door to surprise him. I move over toward it, my heart banging against my rib cage as I wait for Caleb. Finally the lock clicks. I put my hand on the handle and pull the door open, exposing myself to him, as I know his tall frame will block the hallway.

Caleb’s eyes grow wide when he sees I’m in nothing but lingerie. His sensual lips part in surprise, and a breath of air escapes his lips.

“H—”

I begin to say “hi,” but before I can get the word out, his mouth is all over mine.

Caleb slams the door shut with one hand, his lips and tongue ravishing me.

He swiftly lifts me up, and I wrap my legs and arms around him as he turns around and presses my back against the door.

His tongue is hot and desperate, wanting everything I can give him.

His pelvis is pinned against me, leaving no space between my panties and his jeans.

And I can already feel that he’s not only hard, but huge.

I sink my hands into his hair, gripping it tightly. Caleb presses up against me, all lean, strong, powerful muscle.

“You’re so hot,” he manages to say between desperate kisses. “So beautiful.”

I revel in his words, feeling sexy and powerful from the way he sees me.

And emboldened by the way he’s so desperate to have me.

His hand moves down to my ass, giving it a squeeze, and I moan in response to the sensation of feeling his large hand cupping my bottom.

Then I break the kiss and move my lips down his neck.

His glorious, muscular, powerful neck built by g- forces and heavy resistance training.

I flick my tongue over it, and he shudders as I taste him.

“I love your neck,” I say, moving one of my hands so I can stroke it. “I can’t get enough of these muscles.”

I can feel his pulse is pounding against my fingertips. I lift my fingers and put my mouth there, kissing him. Licking him. Sucking on him and letting my teeth graze across his skin, which elicits a deep groan of pleasure from Caleb’s throat that vibrates right through me.

“Christ, Isla,” he groans, his voice shaking as his hands grasp onto my hipbones. “You feel so good.”

His mouth reclaims mine with another warring, tangling kiss.

I’m still pressed against the door, but I need to feel his skin against mine.

But before I can tug at the bottom of his T-shirt, one of his hands moves between my back and the door, his fingers unhooking my bra.

He tears it away, throwing it onto the floor, and then Caleb’s mouth is on my breast.

“Oh God, yes,” I pant, sinking my fingernails into his sculpted shoulders.

“I love the taste of you,” he murmurs as his mouth moves to my other breast. “Your scent. I’m obsessed with everything about you.”

I groan as his tongue flicks over my breast. My whole body responds to every lick, every kiss, every touch.

I’m hot. Tight. Needy. I move my hands down his arms, once again feeling how sculpted his body is, and then he lifts his head, capturing my lips again as one hand moves between us.

His fingertips skim over the lace on my panties, and I gasp from the sensation.

“Tell me you want me to touch you. I want to hear you say it,” Caleb demands, his breath hot against my lips as he removes his hand. “Say it for me.”

OH MY.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please touch me, Caleb. Please.”

I swear I will fall apart if he doesn’t touch me right there. I’m already throbbing and aching, and if he doesn’t touch me, I’m going to be in sheer agony.