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“I just thought that you might be disappointed,” I say quietly, giving voice to my insecurity. It’s not easy talking about this. Maybe if he weren’t one of the hottest guys on campus, it wouldn’t be so hard.

“With you ?” He furrows his brow.

“Well, yeah.”

“Myers, you have a beautiful body.”

“But I’m not thin and I have a booty.”

“And only thin people with flat asses are beautiful?” He arches an eyebrow, and I realize how narrow my idea of beauty is.

Max is lean and strong, yet she’s beautiful. My mom was big her whole life, but she was stunning. There are so many different versions of beauty, and I don’t understand why I'm so fixated on what I need to be to be considered beautiful.

“No, you’re right.” I shake my head. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“The only way I’d be disappointed is if you told me to leave.”

“I want you to stay.”

His lip twitches. “Good. And I happen to like your booty, Myers. I might have had one or two passing thoughts of it when I was staring up at my ceiling.”

“Oh.”

“More, Myers. I need more words.”

Yeah, those ohs have to go. I do one better. I grip the front of his shirt and tug him down to me. He comes, grinning, until our lips meet.

His kiss is everything.

His fingers slide under my top, push up, and he rolls us.

When I’m on top, he grips the bottom of my top, pulls it up over my head, and tosses it aside.

I’m blushing even before his gaze dips to take in my bare chest. I’ve always had a bigger booty and small boobs. It’s one of my biggest insecurities. I would have covered myself if I wasn’t seeing the heat darkening Caleb’s gaze.

He doesn’t just like what he sees; it’s turning him on.

Not it. Me . I’m doing that to him.

“Beautiful…” he murmurs.

I stop blushing so hot as he grips my hips and urges me higher on his chest. “Over here, Myers. I was paying so much attention to your perfect ass that I forgot all about your pretty tits.”

My fingers clench in his hair at the first hot kiss he presses on my right breast. His teeth rake over the delicate flesh. He closes his mouth on my right nipple, forms a tight seal, and sucks.

My back arches, breath punching from my throat as I tilt my head back, giving him more room. His dark blond hair brushes my overheated skin, and I shiver. He’s groaning hungrily as he sucks, his hands caressing my back, down to massage and squeeze my booty.

He releases my right nipple with a soft pop and turns to my left, my eyes fluttering open as my back makes contact with the cool cotton sheet.

I’m on my back, my breasts damp from Caleb’s kisses. He’s braced over me. Eyes fused to mine, he rises, fists the bottom of his shirt, and drags it over his head where it joins my top.

The light from my lamp casts shadows over finely honed, tanned muscle. He’s hard all over. And so beautiful.

"You still want this, Myers?” His voice is low and husky, sending tiny butterflies fluttering in my belly.

I grip the waistband of my PJs and push down, holding his gaze as I kick the material away.

His jaw tightens, and he swallows so hard the sound echoes in my tiny dorm room.

And he never takes his eyes from my body as his fingers caress my breasts, the curve of my belly, and my rounded hips.

His gaze shifts to mine. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Myers.”

“You’re just saying that to?—”

His hard kiss silences me. “I never say something because I think it’s what someone wants to hear. I say what I feel. And this is what I feel. You’re beautiful, Myers. Just take the damn compliment, woman.”

My lips twitch as I arch my brow, teasing, “And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll have to show you.” His breathing is unsteady, and his hands shake when he shoves at his pants, eager to kick them away. “Fuck, I’m so hard I can barely think.”

I’m back to holding my breath when he lowers his head, kissing the tip of my nose in a sweet gesture that makes me smile.

He presses a kiss on my chin and angles down, kissing my collarbone, then embarking on a slow exploration of every my curve.

I’m writhing before he’s settled between my thighs, my pussy fluttering in response to his husky groan. “Fuck, Myers. You smell good.”

There’s no silencing my moan as he dips his head, grips my hips, and puts his mouth on me. He holds me open. His firm hands press my thighs outwards, tongue dipping into me, licking, sucking, driving me in-fucking-sane.

My toes curl, my stomach clenches, and my hold on Caleb’s hair has to be painful when he flings me into a body-trembling climax.

My body is still shuddering, and my throat is hoarse when I swallow, probably a result of a scream I hope didn’t just wake all the girls on my floor. The sound of crinkling foil penetrates my hazy mind. I blink my eyes open.

He’s on his knees in front of me, torn foil packet at his mouth. It looks familiar. My gaze darts to the corner of my room, where my balled-up coat is no longer balled up.

“Did you…” I let my voice trail off as he grins at me.

“Yup. I’m not sure what I would have done if you didn’t have these. It’s feeling like this was meant to be.”

“Really?” My voice is unsteady, the breath caught in my throat as he slides the rubber over his erection.

“Really.”

Shit, he’s so damn long and thick. My body tenses, my inner muscles anticipating the stretch when he pushes himself into me.

“Myers?” Amusement warms his tone as he settles between my thighs. “I’m going to need you to breathe, baby.”

I stroke my palms over hot male skin as I try to remember how to breathe. Not that it’s easy when he’s tucked up so close to me, one thrust and he’ll be half in me.

His lips taste mine. “You good?”

I slide my legs around him, hook my ankles behind his back, and meet his gaze. “Was I giving you the impression I wanted you to stop?”

His smile doesn’t last. Neither does mine.

Now he’s the one holding his breath as he works each hard inch into me. The stretch is unbelievable. An almost painful ache between my thighs that makes me wiggle and whimper under him. Sweat pops up on his brow, and I dig my nails into his back as I feel my muscles ripple around him.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” he hisses, easing his hips away and drilling back in. “Shit.”

It’s almost too much to take. I’m stretched tight around him, and he’s barely half inside me, yet I’m rocking against him, a keening sound spilling from my throat. “Faster. Please .”

His lips crash onto mine, and his fingers lace mine, lifting both my arms over my head. I’m pinned beneath him. He’s holding me down. I can’t do anything but take everything he has to give me.

Why is not being able to move so fucking hot?

He breaks the kiss, still breathing hard. “Fuck, Myers.” He’s slamming into me now, dark green eyes wild as he picks up the pace. He grunts with each hard thrust until he suddenly pulls his hands from mine and grips my hips, holding me at the angle he wants me.

He’s lifted my hips off the floor, his fingers are cutting into my skin, and each rolling thrust means he touches the end of me.

My thighs tremble, my hands desperately grabbing at his forearms as I twist and start to come apart. “Caleb… Oh my god.”

“That’s it,” he groans, pulling out, eyes tortured as he slams home again. “That’s fucking it.”

I’m babbling incoherent nothings as a wave of intense pleasure washes over me.

My eyes roll back; my hips grinding against Caleb, wanting to draw this out forever.

He hammers into me, chokes out my name, and holds me flush against him as he twitches and jerks inside me.

Minutes or hours later, my heart is still pounding when Caleb kisses my throat. He’s blanketing himself over me, and I can’t stop myself from stroking his sweat-dampened back. He feels too good not to touch.

“You okay, Myers?”

“Hmm-mmm.” I yawn, eyes closed.

“You want me to move?”

I shake my head, loving how his warm breath on my throat feels like a kiss. “Don’t.”

He’s silent for so long, I assume he’s fallen asleep until he speaks. “You feel like mine.”

I blink my eyes open as he lifts his head and peers down at me through serious, but sated dark green eyes. “That’s why it’s so easy being with you. You feel like mine. Like you were always meant to be.”

I lift my fingers to his stubbled jaw, trying not to cry when he kisses my palm. “You feel like mine, too, Caleb.”

And one day soon, I’ll have to let you go, or watch you walk away from me.