Chance(42)

"Ah, f*ck, yes," he purrs. "You're so goddamn tight. Fuck. It's so good."

I lean forward to rest my cheek against his. "It's so much, Caleb."

He kisses my lips tenderly and softly and before I have time to process what is happening, he's flipped us over. He moves forward slightly, pulsing his hips until his cock is buried balls deep within me.

I moan not only from the pleasure but also from the bite of pain that comes with every thrust. I try to say his name. I want to say something but the only thing I can do is feel.

He pumps himself into me, finding a steady pace quickly. My body tightens with every movement, grabbing hold of his thickness, taking everything it can from him.

He says my name over and over with each breath he takes. I cling to him, feeling things I've never felt before. I feel myself falling closer to the edge of an intense orgasm each time he pumps the wide head of his cock deeper within me. He moves slightly, grabbing hold of my hip so he can adjust the angle of his movements.

I cry out as I feel the heat bearing down on me. I look up into his face and his eyes are wide, wild and focused completely on my face. I part my lips, suck in a deep breath and come with a deep and unfamiliar growl.

He ups the tempo, drives his cock into me and f*cks me hard and fast until he finds his own release.

***

"I'll have to let you go one day."

I don't want those to be the first words I hear when I wake in his arms. I want those words to be part of a nightmare that I've just had and when I actually open my eyes, Caleb will tell me that he can't bear the thought of not being with me.

"Quiet," I say as I tap him on his chest. "Just don't."

"Rowan." He shifts us both until I'm on my back again.

I know that if I open my eyes he'll be hovering above me. I'll have to look up into his beautiful face and listen to him tell me that we can't make this work. I don't want to hear that right now. I've just had the most incredible experience of my entire life. I've felt pleasure that I didn't even know existed and now the man that I shared that with is eager to tell me why it's only a temporary thing.

"Open your eyes." I feel his fingers brush against my lips. "Open them."

I reluctantly look up into his face. We'd both fallen asleep after we came. I'd listened to the sounds of his breathing for more than an hour before I rested my head against his chest and fell into a deep sleep. It feels as though only minutes have passed since he was inside of me but I suspect it is hours later by now.

He pushes a breath out between his lips. "That was more perfect than I ever imagined it would be."

I smile softly as I reach up to cup his cheek in my hand. "It was incredible, Caleb."

"Asher told me you were here." He leans down to brush his lips across my brow. "He told me you were alone and I had to come."

"You saw him?" I ask with a sense of relief. "I was scared that he wouldn't make it back. I was worried that he'd take off again."

"He made it back. He came back because of you."

As much as I'd love to take credit for Asher's return to New York, I can't. "He went back because it was time."

"It doesn't matter why he's back." His voice is low and stoic. "He's back and I'll get the chance I wanted to show him what he means to me."

I close my eyes, wanting the world to melt away and hoping that the tender and compassionate side of Caleb that I'm seeing now is here to stay.





Chapter 38


I moan from the strong taste of his flesh. I look up into his face but he's lost in his pleasure. He's standing against the window, his hands wrapped tightly in my hair.

He'd gotten up to look out the window when he thought I was still asleep. I'd silently crawled out of bed behind him and slid my hands around his waist, cupping his heavy balls in one hand while I stroked his root with the other. He'd moaned when I dropped to my knees and begged him to turn around.

Now, I'm naked, aroused and craving the taste of his release.

"Fuck, yes." He pushes the words out in the middle of a deep growl. "Take it deeper."

I push myself forward, sliding more of the thick vein between my lips. I stroke it quickly with both hands, marveling at how much it pulses beneath my touch.

One of his hands moves to the back of my head as the other finds the windowsill. "I have to f*ck your mouth. I have to."

I feel my sex ache with the lust that is woven into his words. I nod slowly while I look up into his face. I want to tell him to do it, but I can't stop myself. I crave the taste of his cock.

He starts pumping his hips slowly, moaning loudly with each thrust.

I pull away from him so I can lick the entire length up and down. I do it slowly, methodically and when I reach the base, I circle my tongue around it. I want to tease him and pull him as close to the edge of his orgasm as I can.

"Fuck, Bell." His words contain every bit as much desire as his body does. He pulls my hair, until my mouth is back at the wide, spongy crown. "Take it all."

I part my lips a touch but his impatience takes control and in one quick and lust filled movement he's pushing my head down, forcing his cock down my throat. My eyes water with the sheer girth of it but I don't stop. I grab hold of it again and pump it until I finally feel his body tense before the first burst of hot, thick release hits the back of my throat.