Page 178 of Untouchable

Kelly felt her whole body washed with heat, and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Without thinking, she licked her dry lips, and she saw his hungry expression as she did so.

And she wanted it. She wanted him to look at her that way. She wanted to feel his hands on her body. She wanted to press up against the hard strength of him. She wanted to feel the texture of his face, his hair, his palms.

She waited for him to make a move, but he didn’t. He just kept gazing at her, like he would swallow her whole.

And she realized he wasn’t going to make a move. He wanted this, but it wasn’t going to happen unless she initiated things.

So she pushed him back gently until he was leaning against the sofa. Using his shoulders to brace herself, she crawled over him until she was straddling his lap, hiking up her skirt to free her legs.

“Oh fuck, Kelly.” Something hot and compelling ignited in his eyes, and his hands settled on her hips possessively.

Kelly felt confident and powerful and genuinely alive for the first time in so long. “Caleb,” she murmured, leaning so close to him she could see each dark bristle on his jaw. “I know what this is, and I want it anyway. What are you afraid of?” She pitched her tone to be a clear challenge.

A challenge she knew he would meet.

His hands had moved slightly until they were spanning the full curve of her ass. “I’m not afraid.”

The feel of his hands there made her intimate muscles clench in excitement. “Aren’t you? Then why aren’t you moving?”

The smolder in his gaze was even hotter than before. “I am moving. I’m just taking my time.”

His hands slid to her hips—very slowly. Then to the dip of her waist. Then up to cup her breasts. “You were always so eager. You need to learn a little patience.”

Her lips parted slightly as she arched into his hands, trying to rub her tight nipples against his palms through the fabric of her shirt. Her whole body clenched in excitement, and her heart and mind leaped into the same state. Because this was Caleb—in all his intelligence and humor and sexy provocation and power. The Caleb he’d always been, with nothing in between them anymore.

On that revelation, she twined her hands behind his neck and leaned down into a kiss.

He moaned softly into her mouth as their tongues and lips tangled and dueled.

When she pulled away, his hands had slid down to palm her bottom again. “Fuck, Kelly, you’ve never been this eager before.”

Her pussy was wet and aching, and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing it against his groin.

He was aroused too—the tight bulge in his pants thrilling and increasingly evident. She rubbed herself against it until he groaned.

“I’m not the only eager one.”

“I’ve never been anything but eager when it comes to you,” he said thickly and pulled her down into another kiss.

This one was even better, even deeper. He wrapped one arm around her, pressing her chest against his. The position pushed her groin against his even more, and she groaned into his mouth at the delicious friction.

When their mouths tore apart, he grabbed the back of her head to keep her face close to his. He rubbed his skin against hers, the rough texture grating with a slight discomfort that was distinctly erotic.

She gasped against his cheek, momentarily afraid she was going to come just from the pressure of his erection against her clit and the friction of his jaw against hers.

Whimpering softly, she fisted her hand in his hair, pulling on it in a way that must have hurt. “Fuck! I’ve missed this.”

He gave a hoarse chuckle and then a little buck against her throbbing pussy. “Yeah. Me too.”

But he responded to her unspoken plea, pushing her skirt even more until it was hiked up around her hips.

Instead of cupping her bottom, this time he cupped her groin with one hand.

He would easily feel how wet she was—her desire dampening the fabric of her panties.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, arching his back slightly as he applied pressure on her pulsing clit with the heel of his hand.

She gave a little sob of pleasure and rode his hand instinctively, bracing herself with her hands on his broad shoulders.