Page 91 of Play for Power (Central Sparks #3)

why are our clothes on again?

Caleb

M y apartment door slams closed, soaking wet clothes peeled and tossed on the floor with frantic need as I cling to Rosie, my lips on hers like a fucking lifeline.

“I love you,” I whisper against her wet skin, and when we’re both naked and panting, collapsing to the bed, she rakes her nails up my neck, gripping my hair and latching her tongue to my throat.

“I love you, too, carino .” Her teeth drag against my skin and I hiss.

My hands grip her hips and flip us so she’s straddling my waist, her tits pressing down into my chest. “I got your voice messages,” she whispers, and I wrap my arms around her waist, rolling us again as she squeals a little giggle.

I quickly pin her hands above her head and narrow my eyes. “What voice messages?” My stomach turns a little sour at the roll of her lips and the sorry look in her eyes.

“It’s okay. I deserved it, and I felt it.

” I hate, with every cell in my body, the tear leaking out of her eyes.

I lean down and kiss the two tears away and then take her lips again, this time softer, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her, and enjoying the way her body goes lax beneath me.

“I choose you, Caleb. And I will always choose you.” Her words are a balm against all my jagged edges.

I knew she’d picked me. When I saw her in the middle of the street, soaking wet and crying, holding her heart out in the open.

I never needed to say a thing because the moment I saw her sad, whiskey eyes, I wasn’t letting her go again.

“And I choose you, Rosebud. Now let me make you feel good.” She arches her back as I lean down and flick my tongue against her nipples, sucking one into my mouth and dragging my teeth across it.

“Fuck, I missed you. And your tongue.” Her head throws back, and I let the full weight of my body press against her as I kiss my way down her stomach. I let go of her hands and they immediately find purchase against my skull.

“I missed you, and this tight little pussy,” I whisper, making my way hastily down her soft body, letting my tongue and lips taste her, leaving a trail down to where I wish to be buried.

I lean back and stare down at her, lazily dragging a finger down her seam, feeling how needy she is and reveling in the way a husky moan rips from her throat. “I missed the taste of you. Missed feeling you come on my tongue. Can I make you come, pretty girl?”

“ Please.” She moans the word and I can’t fight the smile that lights up my face. I reward her pretty words with a slow lick over her clit.

“Mmmm. I also missed your begging. I do love it when you beg for me.” Her eyes snatch to mine and they plead. It’s an unusual look, and where she is usually fiery and snarky, her eyes still look a little sad. I lean up and kiss her soft lips again, locking her eyes with mine.

“What is it, Rosebud?”

“I…” She stammers, and I realize what the look on her face is.

Its vulnerability. It’s the same look she had when I held her in the bath.

When she asked me to hold her and wasn’t sure how to ask for the affection.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her naked, beautiful body against mine, my heart aching with how full it is of her.

“You can tell me anything, Rosie. Talk to me.” I kiss her cheeks and I’m pleased to find her eyes a little more settled, her face a little softer.

“I want…I don’t?—”

“Breathe.” I kiss her nose and she smiles gently, fluttering her eyes closed.

“I want you, to make love to me. I don’t…I don’t want to feel like a toy. I don’t want to use each other. I want?—”

“I love you, pretty girl. You’re not a toy, and I never used you.

Your heart is everything to me.” I kiss her lips and her eyes slowly blink open, looking happy but vulnerable.

I settle between her legs, my fingers trailing down her stomach and lazily finding her entrance and playing gently with her clit.

“I’m going to make love to you and I’m going to worship this body.” I drag the pad of my finger over her clit, making her breath hitch as I slowly slide a finger inside her.

“Caleb,” she whispers with pleading eyes as I slowly slip in a second finger, curling them, finding that sweet spot, and stroking her slowly.

“ Fuck. ”

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and when her pouty lips part on a moan, I can’t help myself. I slip my fingers free, notching my cock at her entrance and pushing in, in one slow stroke, letting my lips fall to hers.

“Fuck,” I hiss against her, pulling out and then snapping forward quickly.

“You feel so fucking good. I really love fucking you, pretty girl.” I snap my head up and look into her wide eyes, then down at where I’m buried so deep inside her.

I really don’t want to leave the hot, wet feel of her.

I stroke in and out, slowly, melting and feeling like every sane piece of me crumbles.

“Pill…are you on?—”

“Yes.” Her clipped words make her sound like she might be losing herself in this as much as I am.

“Are you sure? I can go and get a condom?” Her nails dig into my ass as she shakes her head.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Caleb.” She rotates her hips in a way that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Make me come, while I scream your name. I missed you, and I want to feel you.” I need no further encouragement.

I fall forward, snapping my hips hard and reveling in the moans leaving her throat as I slide in and out of her.

My lips find the sensitive spot under her ear and suck as I drive into her, over and over.

“God, you feel so good, Rosie. So fucking wet.” I sit back on my knees, my arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her with me.

Seated on my cock, I slowly thrust up as she sinks down, the softness of her skin pressed to every inch of mine as I devour her, drowning in her soft moans and needy sighs as I dance my tongue with hers.

“I can feel how close you are already, pretty girl. I want to watch you come. I missed it. I missed you.” I kiss her again and guide her hips up and down, feeling her choppy breaths, and when she throws her head back, I reach a hand to her chin, gripping it and forcing her attention on me.

“Eyes on me when you come on my cock. I want to see you while you fuck me, pretty girl.” I give her a playful spank on her ass and reach my free hand to where we’re joined, stilling my hips and letting her fuck herself on my cock while I rub firm circles against her clit.

“That’s it.” I lick a line up her neck and blow cold air against it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she hisses with each thrust of her hips, her eyes growing wider.

“Yes, come for me, Rosebud. Come all over my cock, show me how much you love me.”

“ Caleb! ”

Clenching my teeth is all I can do to stop myself from thrusting up with force as she hits her peak and tumbles over the edge, her legs spasming as her pussy squeezes and releases against me.

“ Goddamn, I love the feel of you coming on my cock.”

She lets out a guttural groan as I continue to stroke her clit through her release, and when her movements start to slow, I find her hips, letting her back fall to the bed but keeping her lap in mine as I sit up on my knees. I hold her up and rut into her like an animal starved.

“Thank you.” I manage to breathe the words between each slapping sound of my skin against hers, leaning forward and dragging my teeth over a nipple. Her moan is like gravel as she spears her fingers through my hair.

“F-for w-what?” she pants.

“Loving me. Thank you, for loving me. For letting me love you.”

“Oh, Caleb. ” She whimpers my name and it makes me crazed. A few harsh snaps of my hips and I come with an explosion, stars dancing in the corners of my eyes. I feel her legs squeeze my hips as she groans, her eyes closed and coming right along with me.

I hold her tightly to me, falling to the side, not yet ready to remove myself from her.

She seems all too happy to let me as she collapses against my side, panting and sighing with contentment.

Her hands trail a lazy pattern against my chest as her breaths start to even out and I let my fingers trace the smooth expanse of her back.

“I’m sorry I walked away?—”

“No. I’m sorry I didn’t come to my senses,” she interrupts me, and I tuck her further under my chin. “This…I’ve never felt this, never done this before, Caleb. I feel a little out of my depth.”

“Me, too, pretty girl. But I’d rather we found our way together than be lost forever without you by my side.

” She hums gently, and when I feel her body relax against mine, I assume she’s asleep.

I don’t let her go, though. I feel my eyes start to flutter closed as I hold the rest of my future tucked between my arms.

Morning comes far too quickly, and both of us are more exhausted than we ought to be.

Though that might have more to do with the number of times we fucked.

I don’t know if you’d call it sleeping, more like induced napping from overexertion.

After that first time, we were inseparable.

I had her come apart a number of times, on my tongue, my hands, my cock.

I was completely insatiable for her. Like my body and my heart knew what it was like to be without her, and both refused to live through it again.

But now she’s sated, naked, and pressed against my side, her soft breath against my chest as I play with her curls, and of course, like everything that comes with the sun rising, so do all the unanswered questions.

And while the last thing I want to do is break this blissful spell we’ve been in, I can’t help but continue to flick over everything in my head.

“Rosie,” I whisper. I feel the shift of her body as she groans, a soft smile hitting my face at her annoyed tone. I press a kiss to the top of her head. “We should talk.”

“How about we get some breakfast.” She pats a hand on my chest, her body slowly inching from mine, and I can feel the tension coming off her in waves. I knew I shouldn’t have broken our spell. But it was important…that we finally got back on the same page.

“Rosie…” I grab her hand and use a knuckle under her chin to lift her eyes to mine. I try to keep my eyes soft. I don’t want to beg her to open up…I just want to know, I just need her to promise that there are no more secrets. She blows out a big breath and I watch her shoulders drop.

“How’d Mickey take it? When you left him?

” I don’t miss the intake of her breath and how very still she goes.

Something sour drops in my stomach. I move to sit up and she does the same, grabbing a T-shirt and slipping it over her beautiful body.

“You…did end it with him, right?” Her mouth pops open a little, her eyes blinking.

I stand, dragging on a pair of boxers, and it feels like all the air lodges in my throat. Again?

“Caleb, hang on, don’t rush off, give me a second.” She clambers across the bed, and her hands land on my chest.

“Rosie,” I plead. I need her to hurry up and tell me before I lose my goddamn mind.

“Caleb, I choose you. I want you. I pick you. None of that has changed.” I try to calm my racing heart, but it’s useless.

Instead, I focus on the warmth in her eyes and the feel of her hands on my skin.

“I was more worried about getting to you. About finding you, telling you I loved you. Fixing us, than I was blowing up my dad’s deal.

But I will. I’m going to tell them everything.

I’m not marrying him, Caleb. Not for all the money and security in the world.

He can have it all, I just want you.” I let my chin hit my chest, awfully relieved to hear it, and I let my hands find her waist as my eyes find hers.

“Today was meant to be your engagement. What are you going to do?” I press softly.

She groans, her head landing against my shoulder, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t remind me. I was hoping I could just not show up, but…

he’ll just turn up somewhere else in my life.

I should really just be an adult about it, tell him in person, and really, short of kidnapping me and holding me hostage, he can’t physically force me.

” I frown at the dismissive way she throws out those accusations, because I really wouldn’t put it past them to try something as unsavory and terrifying as kidnapping her.

But she’s right. He tries to control her with material things, and I just have to trust what she says, that she’s picked me.

“Let me come with you.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead, and she hums gently.

“No.”

“No?” I pull back and she smiles at my frown, her finger tracing a line between my brows.

“Don’t get all grumpy. I have to do this.”

“And I need to be there. Please, pretty girl. I’ll go out of my mind locked up in here.

” I groan, my head hitting her collarbone.

But then I’m near her skin and I can’t help myself; I press a soft kiss at the base of her neck.

She arches into me, and so I continue, using the soft press of my lips and tease of my tongue against her skin.

“You can wait outside,” she breathes, and I nip playfully at her skin in triumph, groaning at the way she sighs and falls against me.

“We have clothes on again. We should take them off.” I don’t wait for her response, instead I lift the hem of her shirt over her head and nudge her gently back to the bed. She falls with a giggle.

“Okay, five more minutes, but we really should get going.”

I keep her tangled up in my bed for another fifteen minutes and three orgasms, before I let her drag me reluctantly to her father’s building.