A Kiss Like This (Kiss and Make Up #3)(42)

Mesmerizing.

The straight slashes of eyebrows above are the perfect indicators of what he’s feeling, arching up and down curiously as he lets my intense gaze rake his face.

Other than the indent under a masculine nose that hasn’t been broken by any flying pucks, the only thing sexier than Caleb’s pout is the shadow darkening his jawline.

I crane my head to note the time: eight o’clock. Way too early for anyone to be up and in the kitchen yet—not with all the drinking they did last night.

Caleb shifts his hips, and when his erection rubs against my thigh, he cringes apologetically. “Sorry. I can’t help it.”

His voice is still so deep from just having awoken that I can feel the reverberation against the mattress, and I scoot closer, wanting to be near him.

Plus, the bedroom is cold.

Caleb doesn’t hesitate to wrap his big, strong arms around me and pull me into the heat of his broad chest, and I close my eyes, breathing in the smell of him and relishing the lines of his hard body pressed so tightly against mine. I can feel all the planes of his athletic physique as he strokes my back, first over my tank top, then under it.

He moves over me then, one arm bent at the elbow next to my face, the other rough hand teasing the hem of my sleep shorts, before his fingers skim inside the waistband. “Holy shit, you really aren’t wearing any underwear.”

I gulp, suppressing a nervous giggle. “Nope.”

Growling, his head dips down and our lips meet for soft, pliant, open-mouthed kisses that would have made me drowsy if I hadn’t already gotten a full night’s sleep. Caleb’s teeth pull at my bottom lip, sucking, his tongue swirling erotically into my mouth.

I moan, my hips coming off the mattress when his hockey player hips rotate into the apex of my thighs in an excruciatingly lazy gyration. His palm reaches down into my shorts, sliding over my bare skin and cupping my derrière. He holds me firmly against his hard-on, fingers digging in dangerously close to my ass crack.

Caleb’s hand leaves my bottom, firmly runs along my upper thigh, fingers tracing the lacy hem of my little white shorts before brushing the fabric aside and dragging his thick, mesh-covered shaft deliberately up and down the slit in my exposed crotch.

Holy… mother… o-of… Mmnnnuhhhhhh

My head tips back, and his mouth presses kisses to the base of my throat, down my neck, on my collarbone.

Wet, open-mouthed kisses.

His thin mesh athletic shorts do nothing but deliver the weakest of barriers to our pleasure. The material provides the simplest chastity chaperone and is the only thing keeping me from tearing my shorts off and slipping him my V-card.

I spread my legs wider; he grinds deeper.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growls in my ear. “Shit.” His hips continue rocking into me, and I try to speak, but no words come out of my throat. The sensitive nerve endings in my body are exploding like fireworks, and I… Oh! Mmmmuuh! S-shoot, oh, crap. Yeah, yes. Oh god, Iove his hips, they’re s-so g-good at th-this…

I draw out a moan as I come too. Uhhh, so good…

He braces himself over me, kisses my temple, then flops down on the mattress next to me and reaches for my hand.

We lie like this, side by side, for a few moments before a throaty laugh escapes my lips.

“Where’d you learn to dry hump like that?” I tease breathlessly when we’re lying there, my free hand resting on my chest above my heart.

“Middle school.” He laughs.





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Cecelia: So… congrats on your first orgasm! I feel like I should send you an edible bouquet. Or a vibrator.

Abby: I’m going to ignore that last part.

Abby: ((Sigh)) I really really like him. Everything was so great until everyone started banging on our door, screaming out our names in fake ecstasy once they found the door was locked. Allllll downhill from there.

Cecelia: Lol. I bet Jenna was the leader of that pack. #obnoxious

Abby: Pretty much… his friends give him zero privacy. It’s rude.

Cecelia: Yeah. That particular group is bad. Then throw OUR girlfriends into the mix. Chaos. So. What happens next?

Abby: Well, I asked him, “What next?” and he said, “Now I take you on an actual date.”

Cecelia: ((sigh)) Abby, that is sooo romantic…

Abby: I know, right? My heart was beating so fast I thought he’d be able to hear it.

Cecelia: I am SO HAPPY FOR YOU ((hugs))

Cecelia: Oh, before I forget, did you ever end up finding your ring?

Abby: No :-( the search continues…





CHAPTER 19

Caleb

Tonight is the night of my first date with Abby, and I’m nervous.

Fucking. Nervous.

As all hell.

I make the mistake of having my door open as I’m getting ready, and both Stephan and Weston walk by, back tracking when they see me in front of the mirror, fumbling with an uncooperative button on the collar of my polo shirt.

I’m finally falling for a girl, and it’s turning me into an awkward, edgy piece of shit.

“Dammit,” I huff, giving up on the stupid button.

My roommates both stand in the doorway, staring at me like I’ve started a tilt on the hockey rink and they can’t believe their eyes.

“What?” I ask irritably, finally slipping the white button through the small slit in my red shirt then straightening the collar.