Page 132 of Untouchable

He kissed her again, with even more depth and urgency than before, and started to undress her. Soon she was writhing in desire and a deeper kind of emotion that just wouldn’t go away. She was making strange whimpering noises into his mouth, and her hands were stroking his skin eagerly. His body was pressing into hers, and she loved the weight of it, how hot and heavy he was on top of her.

When she was afraid she might drown in how much she was feeling, she angled her hips up and tried to rub her growing arousal against his hip. Then she moved her hands—which had begun clawing at his back—to his shoulders and pushed him up.

“So you’re not going to tell me?”

Caleb blinked. He looked a little dazed himself, so he must have been just as affected as she was.

After a moment Caleb finally found his voice again. “Well, one of the things about you I love,” he murmured, “is that you never give up. I’ve never met a woman with such a strong will.” He brushed a kiss against her lips. “It’s intoxicating.”

“A strong will doesn’t sound very attractive.”

Caleb gave her his feral smile, his pelvis lowering again to rub his hardening cock against her. The heat flaring up again in his eyes, he said, “You have no idea how attractive it is.”

He knew her. He might not know who she was, but he still knew her. So his words weren’t about a made-up woman. They were about her. She felt them wash over her. “What else?”

Arching one eyebrow, Caleb shook his head and then lowered himself until his mouth was hovering over one of her breasts. “I love how you can let yourself go.” He lowered his face. Mouthed her breast a few times before he tightened his lips around her nipple.

She sucked in an urgent breath at the responding tug she felt at her center. Arching up in pleasure into his mouth, she gasped, “I don’t ever let myself go.”

Caleb relaxed his mouth around her breast, giving her just enough time to catch her breath before he flicked her tight, sensitive nipple with his tongue in a few quick, delicious strokes.

Kelly gasped again. Couldn’t help it.

Slanting her a surprisingly teasing look, Caleb raised his head just long enough to say, “Yes, you do. In bed. It’s like you’re able to throw off any inhibition and lose yourself in the moment. You did it on the first day we met, and I love that about you. I want to be that way too.”

“I don’t know—” She couldn’t finish the comment. Caleb was busy at her breast again, this time mouthing it softly for long enough to lull her before he gave the flesh a little nip with his teeth.

At the sharply pleasurable stimulation, Kelly let out a helpless exclamation. Her arousal was almost throbbing now, and she occasionally had to shift her hips uncomfortably in an attempt to ease it.

When he lifted inquisitive eyes toward her—clearly waiting for her to finish—she said, “I don’t know if that’s always a good thing.”

Caleb smiled again. “I don’t care if it’s good. It’s you, and it’s one of the things I can’t help but want about you.” Since he was nuzzling between her breasts, the vibrations sent ripples down through her belly as he spoke. He tongued a wet trail along her collarbone, close enough to her sensitive breasts to tantalize her. When she thrust her chest up toward him involuntarily, he kissed a path along one swell of flesh but failed to connect with her nipple. “And you’re so brave and resilient. You can still laugh and really mean it, no matter what has happened to you in your life. I love that.”

She was squirming in obvious need now, trying to relieve the ache between her legs and the urgent tingling in her nipples. But her heart was even more affected. “Oh God. Caleb!” she demanded, taking his head in her hands and moving it back over her breast where she wanted it.

Glancing down her body, she discovered that Caleb was studying her expression closely. At first his scrutiny terrified her, but then she realized what he was looking for.

He didn’t want this to be like last night.

“It’s good,” she breathed, telling him the absolute truth. “So good.”

Relaxing visibly, he took the breast in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. But what first was satisfying stimulation soon became sensual torment. When she discovered that she was grinding her pelvis up into his and digging her fingers into his hair, she pulled his head up again from her breast.

He was fully erect now—she could feel it against her thigh—and he was gradually becoming just as tense and breathless as she was. But he smiled at her almost fondly. “And I love that you’re not afraid of making sure you get what you want in bed.”

“I’d think that was a pretty common trait.”

“It’s not.” He lifted his head to meet her eyes. “I promise you, it’s not.” He adjusted so he could comb the fingers of one of his hands through her tousled hair, smoothing the long strands out and staring at the way they rippled against the sheet. “Fuck, Kelly, you take my breath away.”

His gaze as hot and possessive as she’d ever seen it, his eyes lowered from her face to her naked breasts to her flat belly. Raising himself up a little, his gaze crawled even lower. And then his hand followed his eyes.

He fingered her open, slowly sliding his finger along the hot, swollen flesh of her arousal.

At the first feel of his finger, she jerked her hips and let out another breathless sound. When his finger sank fully inside her, spilling the wetness that had gathered there, she hissed out, “Yes!” and stretched her arms up to grab at the headboard.

Caleb’s eyes seemed to be devouring her, moving from his hand working between her legs to her flushed face. “Oh fuck, Blossom, I love how you respond to me, as if it’s so good you just can’t stop yourself.”

He’d read her exactly right. So precisely it should have been frightening. But it wasn’t. It made her feel safe and known and understood. And loved.