Page 43 of Lights Out (Love in the Paddock #1)

Caleb slides his hand between us, cupping me and causing a shudder to rip through my body. “You’re ready for me,” he whispers, kissing me.

I have never been so desperate for sex in my entire life. “I want you,” I say.

Caleb moves so both of his hands are around my back, and then he swiftly carries me away from the door, kissing me as he moves through the apartment.

He puts me down on the bed. Then he straddles me, stripping off his T-shirt and casting it aside.

He pins my hands over my head and kisses me over and over again, his tongue tangling with mine, at points drawing my lower lip between his teeth and causing me to burn hot from that sensual move.

My God, the man likes kissing!

Lucky me, I think in amazement. Lucky, lucky me because I love kissing, too.

I especially love kissing this man.

Caleb releases me, and one hand travels down my stomach, gliding along my skin. He groans in pleasure. “You’re so soft . I love touching your skin. I could do this for hours.”

I quiver beneath him. I have my hands wrapped around his biceps, feeling the heat of his skin and staring at the glorious veins running through his arms. Then I cast my gaze to his torso, and I watch his abdominal muscles contract as he touches me.

His hand dips lower. I suck in a breath of anticipation.

“I want you to shatter for me,” Caleb commands.

“Yes,” I pant.

Shit, I’m already panting, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet. I think I might die when he does.

It will be a fabulous death if I do die from his touch.

But Caleb is a master of torture. His fingers stroke over the lace fabric. Across the top band, but never dipping below it. I buck up against his hand, my nails digging in harder into his arms, as I’m desperate for release from the tension that is peaking inside of me.

“Touch me,” I plead.

One finger lazily travels down the elastic edging along my thigh. “I don’t know. I like exploring you like this. Seeing your body quiver, and all I’m doing is putting a fingertip on the edge of your knickers. I get even harder when I picture what will happen when I push this fabric aside.”

EVIL FREAKING GENIUS, THIS MAN IS.

Then he does it. Caleb touches me.

I gasp. I grip his bicep even harder, and my breathing picks up as he slowly strokes me. His eyes lock with mine. My breathing becomes shallow. My hips begin to ride in rhythm with his movements.

“You want this,” he says.

“Yes,” I gasp.

The intensity is growing within me. This delicious agony that is building and building with each touch from Caleb. I drop a hand from his arm, reaching for the sheet, fisting it up in my hand.

“Shatter for me, Isla,” Caleb commands. “Shatter for me like a good girl .”

OH MY GOD.

That does it. I fall apart the moment the order leaves his lips, writhing and spiraling into a place I have never been before.

“Caleb!” I cry out. “Caleb! Oh God, oh God, oh God!”

It’s a long, intense orgasm, ripping through me, bringing me a release and pleasure I’ve never experienced in my life.

As soon as I still, Caleb drops down lower, his lips capturing mine, kissing me slowly and deeply as I come down from my high.

When he stops, he kisses the bridge of my nose. Then my cheeks. He’s being sweet and reverent, and I love this just as much as when he consumes me with furious, claiming kisses.

“I want to know every freckle on your skin,” he murmurs, dipping his head to kiss the tops of my shoulders. “I love your freckles.”

I smile as I feel his lips tenderly brush against my skin. “You can learn them,” I say, trailing my hand over his cut abs, “after I get more of you.”

My fingers reach the waistband of his jeans. I dip them below it, and now he’s the one shaking from my touch.

“I know you’re used to being in control,” I murmur sexily. “You’re a race car driver. You control speed. Intensity. Everything in the cockpit. But what if I control you right now?”

Caleb’s eyes burn with pure heat from my words. His lips part, and his chest quickly rises and falls. “Yes,” he groans. “Christ, do whatever you want. Just touch me.”

My body burns hot from his pleading words. He trusts me just as much as I trust him. And letting me take the lead?

That’s a turn-on for him.

Which is the biggest turn-on for me ever.

I lower the zipper on his jeans, and Caleb gets up to remove his shoes.

He quickly discards his jeans, but pauses long enough to retrieve his wallet and pull out a condom, which he tosses onto the bed.

He’s before me in black boxer-briefs that leave little to my imagination.

I kneel up before him, marveling at how big he is, and place my hands on his waistband, slowly inching his underwear off.

I move the fabric down over his defined thighs.

Caleb takes them off, and now he’s standing before me, completely bare and completely beautiful.

“Lie down on the bed,” I say.

Caleb complies. He reaches for the condom, tears it open with his teeth, and puts it on. Then I straddle him.

“Oh hell yes,” he groans, holding my hips tightly.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, my hair falling across my face as I stare down at him.

He looks up at me, brushing my hair back, holding it with his hand. His blue eyes are heavy with desire and need as he gazes up at me through his long, dark eyelashes, and he’s so beautiful right now, it takes my breath away.

“Yes,” he says.

I lower myself on top of him. A primal groan escapes his throat, and a gasp of emotion escapes mine as I feel him. This is happening. I’m together with Caleb. We’re having sex, and I’m surprised by how emotional it makes me feel.

“Christ, you feel so good. Like you were made for me,” he says, his hands returning to my hips. I put my hands on his chest, which is burning hot to the touch, and need for him begins to grow within me again.

But it’s also tempered with the fact that I’m growing emotional, too. I didn’t expect to feel this way when we connected, but I do.

I bite my lip, gazing down at him. He looks up at me. All I want is to make him feel good. I want to be the woman to do this for him, to allow him to let go, to drive him crazy and to the edge, but also be the one to snuggle up with him afterward and brush the hair off his forehead, too.

Suddenly all of this is entwined together as I move on top of him, and Caleb thrusts his hips up, his eyes never leaving mine. They’re full of wonder. Newness. Affection. Desire.

All for me.

In this moment, I know I just fell a little bit in love with him.

And all I hope is that he has fallen just a little bit in love with me, too.