Page 33 of Untouchable

“Kelly,” he said roughly.

She didn’t know what he wanted but hoped he was just checking for her reaction. “Yeah?” she gasped, biting down hard on her lip.

“Can you come?” His arms were still tense and straight, providing a strategic angle for him to drive into her. She knew his restraint must be weakening because his body was trembling with strain and heat. She wasn’t watching him, but she could feel his response just the same.

“Yeah,” she replied hoarsely. “Think so.” She rocked beneath him, moving easily with his rhythm and accelerating with him as his thrusts became shorter and faster. “Yeah,” she rasped in response to his faster motion. “Good. Faster. Caleb.”

She didn’t want to extend this any longer than necessary. Things were going all right for now, but it could fall apart at any moment.

And she really wanted to get him out of her body.

Caleb released a hoarse groan and panted heavily as he pumped into her, his cock sliding slickly in her tightened channel with a tempo that was growing more uncontrolled. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him. His hard flesh inside her, his firm ass beneath her heels, the heat of his body radiating out to her bare skin.

She wasn’t close to coming. Didn’t even feel very much. But it wasn’t physically uncomfortable, and she didn’t have to look at him now.

He wasn’t that much different than any other man.

Deciding it had been long enough for an orgasm to be realistic, she started to jerk her body erratically beneath him. “Yeah,” she gasped, tilting her head back. “Yeah, yeah.” Then she slid a hand down between their bodies. There was just enough room, since he was holding his body off hers, for her to rub at her clit.

Twisting her face into a tight mask, she whimpered one last time. Then, with a few more jerks of her hips, she let out a frantic, little sob. She convulsed beneath him, tightening her thighs and her inner muscles around him.

She clamped down around his cock as hard as she could, and she heard him release a burst of uncontrolled sound. Then, with his whole body tensed up so rigidly she could feel it even without her eyes open, he gave a few last pushes into her clenched muscles and released a smothered shout.

And he was coming—above her, inside her, around her—his body an unleashed coil.

They were both gasping as his spasms finally faded. Kelly made sure her body twitched occasionally, and she forced herself to relax completely as if in the aftermath of pleasure.

But, before she could figure out the best way to handle the afterward, Caleb’s elbows buckled, and his weight pressed down on her, warm, sated, damp, and heavy.

And it was appalling. The worst part of the entire experience.

Worse than his kisses. Worse than his possessive, exposing gaze. Worse than his thrustings or his mouth on her breast or his hands moving all over her flesh.

Something was utterly unspeakable about his relaxed, satisfied body on top of her. Kelly tried to think rationally. Tried to plan her strategy, making use of the way he had obviously taken pleasure in her.

But instead, she thought of her father.

Pictured her father’s face when he smiled. When he laughed. When he hugged her. When he’d been hiking with her that morning.

She thought about how her father’s little girl had just willfully fucked his murderer.

He was on top of her. All over her. Feeling like a sweltering, inescapable weight. His cock was softening inside her, and his face was buried in her hair. He was panting. She thought she could even feel his heart beating.

Kelly started to gag. She swallowed over it. Unthinkingly, she pushed at Caleb’s shoulders until he pulled out and rolled off her. She had just enough sense to stretch and breathe out, “God, that was good,” as she got more distance from him.

Her head turned away from him, she took deep breaths until the flurry of emotional reaction subsided.

What the hell was the matter with her?

Yes, it had been hard, but she could do this. She wasn’t weak, and he wasn’t going to get away with what he’d done.

Women throughout history had done this very thing. Slept with their enemies. Sometimes constructing elaborate deceptions. Some of which lasted their whole lives. It was possible. There were dozens of precedents she could name.

She could do this too. She just needed to harden herself a little more.

He had lied to the world, so she would lie to him.

He’d manipulated others, so she would manipulate him.