Page 30 of Untouchable

She stopped. Gave a deep sigh, which pushed her nipples briefly against the thin fabric of her gown. Then she rose to her knees, looking up at his tense expression.

Since her face was strategically placed in front of his pelvis, she slid her eyes lower until they were focused on his groin. Stared at the obvious bulge beneath the tightened fabric of his gray trousers.

Kelly gasped. Her eyes flew up. “Caleb?” She made her voice into a breathless question.

And that did it.

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Caleb pulledher up by the shoulders and, before she was firmly set on her feet, hauled her body toward him. Then he closed his mouth over hers in a hard and hungry kiss.

Her first instinct was to jerk back. To get away—in any way she could—from his face, body, heat, scent, and touch. But she fought against the instinct. She made herself relax in his arms. Sent her real self far away where Caleb could never touch it.

His hands were firm and strong around her rib cage. Then they slid down to cup her butt, pulling her snugly against his arousal.

At the insistence of his lips, Kelly opened for him. Let his tongue into her mouth. Fought against the wave of revulsion and nausea, by concentrating—not on who this was—but on impersonal details.

Details were safe and could be revealing. She might be able to use them in some way, if only she could keep her wits about her and not weaken in this.

The fingers of one of his hands kept twitching on her ass, tightening in erratic, little squeezes around the soft flesh. Hisother hand had moved higher to fist in her hair and then start stroking rhythmically down the long length of it.

Caleb was breathing heavily through his nose as his tongue plundered her mouth. And his kiss and his breathing grew more and more frantic, as if he was drinking her in, inhaling her, devouring her.

Kelly’s hands clutched at the muscles of his back, and it wasn’t difficult to make herself dig her fingernails in through the fabric of his soft shirt. Still trying to concentrate only on details, she made a little grunt against his mouth when she felt his teeth.

His pelvis was thrusting against her middle in small, unconscious pushes. The hard bulge felt strangely unnatural against her lower belly. But it wasn’t important. It was something she’d experienced many times before.

It didn’t matter who this was. It was just a man, and men were all the same. Made up of parts. And the parts could use you only if you let them.

She wasn’t going to let Caleb use her, although he couldn’t know that yet.

His teeth were still grazing her lips, and he was groaning low in his throat. Kelly realized that he was groaning from pleasure because she was grinding her hips against him, responding to the steady advances of his pelvis. Her breasts were smashed up against his chest, and she tried to generate some friction with her nipples, knowing she would need as much stimulation as possible.

She was off-balance and overly hot, but she wasn’t out of control. Her body didn’t really want this, but the rest of her did. She needed this. It might be the most central act of the entire complex scheme. Otherwise all her planning would be useless.

Kelly hoped that he would caress her breasts pretty soon. Her body needed to physically respond enough to make thisconvincing. Caleb would notice if she wasn’t wet enough, and he was arrogant enough for that to be a problem.

Before she could figure out the next best step, Caleb tore his mouth away.

Kelly grunted in surprise, hoping he wasn’t changing his mind or rethinking things at this point.

He just stared at her with something wild in his face. It reminded her of their fuck in the woods the other day, when she’d been into it as much as he had. “Kelly? Are you feeling well enough for this?”

Her mind was working quickly, trying to figure out what he wanted to hear. “Yes. I want it. So bad.”

And that convinced him. It wasn’t according to plan, but it had worked anyway.

Both of them started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. When it was finally undone, she yanked the shirttails out of his pants and pushed the fabric off over his broad shoulders. Then he pulled off his undershirt in one quick move.

She lifted her hands to caress his smooth chest.

It was better if she didn’t look at his face. Better if she didn’t think about who this was. She would pretend he was a stranger she’d just met in a bar.

Concentrating only on the details—the darker shading of his nipples—she fondled them, rubbing up against his groin again with her hip. She heard him gasp in response.

Then suddenly he was pushing her backward until she was on her back on the bed. He was over her. On top of her. His mouth closing over her breast through the cotton of her T-shirt.

He was skilled with his tongue. It fluttered over her nipple expertly. A good thing. Maybe it would generate some sort of arousal.