Page 47 of Untouchable

Frustrating to say the least.

When he found himself typing out the same sentence twice, he closed out his email and gave up for the night. He was too tired and distracted to work right now. He might as well go to bed.

Kelly had gone to sleep an hour ago.

He went to his room to shower, but he hesitated before getting in his own bed. Despite his fatigue, there was a kind of shuddering energy inside him that compelled him to leave his room and head down to Kelly’s.

He tapped on the door and opened it at her muffled response, the same way he’d done the night before.

She rolled over sleepily as he made his way to her bed in the dark, climbing in beside her.

“Hey,” she mumbled. “This is a bad habit you’ve fallen into of waking me up.”

He pulled her into his arms. She felt warm and soft and strangely shaky. Like she was experiencing the same kind of shuddering energy he was. “That’s your mistake. You’re going to sleep too early.”

She softened against him and he kissed her, unwinding some of his tension as his lips moved gently against hers, as her lush body rubbed against his. He was too tired to jump into arousal quickly—particularly after the sex they’d had not too long ago inthe kitchen—but his groin twitched just slightly at the feel of her, the scent of her.

At his age, he really shouldn’t act so much like an always horny adolescent.

For a moment, it felt like Kelly was trembling, even as she responded to his embrace.

“Wasn’t our session earlier enough for you?” she murmured, stroking his bare back with a slow caress.

He wasn’t in the habit of answering questions like that since they gave too much away. “Are you saying it was enough foryou?”

“It kind of was.” It sounded like she was smiling in the dark, but there wasn’t enough light in the room for him to see her expression. “I thought men were supposed to slow down when they passed forty.”

He paused mentally as her question reflected his own thoughts so closely. He was a lot older than she was. Maybe she would prefer a man her own age. Maybe there were things she was missing since he was no longer in his twenties.

He dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed his mind.

She’d made it perfectly clear in the past two weeks that he was more than capable of satisfying her. Completely. He had never felt anything less than confident before when it came to sex.

“I’ve always been exceptional.”

She giggled, as he’d known she would, and the rippling sound prompted him to kiss her again.

Their embrace hadn’t deepened very far when she pulled away. “But seriously, Caleb, I’m really tired tonight, and I’m not sure I’m in the mood.”

That was a first. He realized she meant it.

She’d never said no to any of his advances before. Honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time any woman had said no to his advances.

He didn’t particularly like it.

Fortunately, he wasn’t really aroused. Just filled with that shuddering energy that wouldn’t settle. He drew back slightly, lying on his side under the covers, facing her. “Okay.”

She tried to peer at him through the darkness. “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“I don’t know. You wanted to have sex.”

“I assure you I’m perfectly capable of dealing with rejection.”

“No, you’re not.”

He stiffened since it sounded like there was a new resonance underlying the teasing words. “What does that mean?”