A Kiss Like This (Kiss and Make Up #3)(64)

“Oh, Lisa, you smell so good,” he teases, nuzzling the neglected spot behind my ear before peppering it with kisses. Caleb’s large fingers run through the long hair fanned out around the pillow.

“Mmmm, oh, Clark, that feels so good.”

His muffled laughter fills my ear. “Clark? Who the hell is Clark?”

“Who the hell is Lisa?”

We lie there laughing until our laughter fades into smiles, and those smiles turn into kisses—steamy, wet, open-mouthed kisses.

Slow. Unhurried.

Kisses that steal my breath away.

Kisses that consume us both.

Kisses that continue when Caleb’s hand slides up my bare thigh, his fingers flirting with the trim on my white cotton panties before palming the warm heat between my legs and sliding up my stomach.

A soft puff of air leaves my lips, and he captures it with his mouth, sucking on my tongue as he cups my naked breasts under his gray tee shirt, cupping them in his hands. I can feel the hard callouses marring his skin, the rough pads a contrast to my unblemished skin, and I marvel at our differences. I suppress a moan from beneath his large body.

My hands find their way to his back, and I run them up his spine. Our pelvises meet, the solid weight of Caleb’s stiff erection digging into the valley between my thighs.

He tugs at the hem of my shirt, drawing it up over my stomach—and I give him permission to remove it by lifting my back off the bed so he can pull it over my head.

This is the first time in my life I’ve even bared myself to a man, and I blush from head to toe as Caleb looks down at me, exposed from the waist up.

Desire and passion and longing fill his eyes as he watches me, slowly rotating his hips, his hooded gaze a slow burn as it drops to my breasts.

My breathing is labored as his hand reaches for me again, one forefinger tracing the underside of first one full breast, then the other, round and round, back and forth, deliberately, painfully slowly.

The feeling is…

Indescribable.

Empowering.

Bliss.

My head tips back as his mouth finds purchase on my body, kissing and suckling, and I close my eyes, prepared to lose myself in Caleb.





Caleb

Abby isn’t a sure thing, and I’m not sure I’d ever want her to be.

Resting both hands on either side of her head, I prop myself up and stare down, running my abrasive palm over the silky flesh of her flawless breasts, loving the weight of them in my hand and marveling at how perfect they are as I stare at my reflection in her sapphire-blue eyes.

They get glazy and hooded when I run my thumb over a hard, dusky nipple, her pink lips parting and head tipping back when I lower my mouth to taste her.

My arms quake when I bend down to run my tongue over the perky tip of her right breast, and Abby moans when I suck it into my mouth, greedy for her. Hungry for her.

Her hands go to my hair just then, those delicate fingers tenderly threading themselves through my shaggy locks, down over my shoulders, and pulling me closer.

Our mouths collide when I pull my mouth off her nipple with a pop, and she licks the moisture from the corner of my lips before our tongues tangle in a rushed frenzy.

I begin kissing my way down her neck. Jawline. Behind her ear.

Lower I go, kissing her breasts, down to the flat planes of her stomach. I give her belly button a lick and suck the skin of her hips before my wet tongue trails down her navel. She shivers, her hands back in my hair. I can physically feel her ab muscles tighten as I go lower.

A short, stunned squeal flies from her lips. “Caleb,” she breathes. “I-I don’t… I…”

“Is this okay?” My large hands splay her stomach, and I draw a circle around her belly button as she gazes down at me, eyes glassing over.

“You don’t h-have to… you know…” Her head thumps back down on the pillow, and she covers her face with her hands. “Oh god.”

“Go down on you?” I growl into her belly, fingers toying with the thin waistband of her virginal white cotton panties. “Baby, I want to. So bad.” I take a deep breath. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

I give her stomach another lick, eyes trained on her, waiting.

“I’ve never… Please don’t make me say it.”

“Yes or no, Abby.” Another lick. Another growl.

She bites her lip, and I bite her panties. Moaning, her head flails to the side as she squeezes her eyes shut. They flutter open, and she lifts her head, parts her lips, and breathes, “Y-yes.”

“Thank God,” I snarl, caressing the elastic band of her underwear and burying my nose in the apex of her thighs before running my nose up and down the seam of her crotch.

Through her panties.

Above me, Abby lets out a surprised yelp, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. The sight of her thrashing on the bed is mind-altering, and I suck on her underwear, wetting them with my tongue, just to get another reaction from her.

“Oh! Oh Jesus, Caleb.” I suck her through her panties harder when she gasps my name. “Are you t-trying to k-kill me?” Her words come out in a low, long, and tortured pant, and she grapples for a handful of sheets, knuckles turning pale pink as she grips them like her life depends on it. “I don’t know if I can h-handle this.”

Have I mentioned how much I f*cking love her stammering? She only does it when she’s turned on or nervous, and I noticed that’s only with me.