One Step Closer(109)

Caleb pushed her arms up and threaded the fingers of both of his hands with hers, feeling the lace of her bra brush his bare chest. Her toned body was so small that the pressure of his hips between her thighs was enough to lift her and hold her firmly against the door. He could still feel the softness of her small breasts and the hardness of her nipples pressing against him and it was sexier than hell. The matching surge of her pelvis drove him insane with want. He’d been with more voluptuous women, but this was Wren, and no one was sexier to him. She excited him more than anyone ever had.

“I’m sorry, Bird,” he panted against her mouth as blood surged in his veins, making his cock scream for release, and his heart tighten at the same time. “I know you’re tired—” His words were more like a tortured groan. “—I had good intentions.”

“Shhh… Just kiss me, Cale,” She whispered in answer. “I want this.”

Caleb freed her hands and Wren pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, exposing the hard ripples and planes of his body underneath. He reveled in the feel of her fingertips exploring his flesh. His elbows against the wall behind her prevented her from pulling the shirt free from his body, but her nails raked lightly over his shoulders and chest.

Wren felt ravenous and her greedy tongue ran along his lower lip.

Caleb’s fingers curled against the wall. He responded by sucking her upper lip into his mouth, and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. When she sighed in pleasure, he kissed her deeply, invading her mouth and laving her tongue with his.

My God, it was amazing. He was so turned on and he craved release from the blissful agony that continued to build. Caleb repeated slow, hard thrusts as his hips pressed against her over and over; the thin fabric of her leggings did little to hide the radiating heat between her thighs.

Wren’s body was already aching, but she was instantly on fire with her need for him. Her hips matched his with an answering rhythm that drove him crazy.

“Uhhhh, Wren. Jesus.” Caleb’s hand cupped her cheek and her hands wound tightly in his hair, both of them pulling each other deeper into another kiss. He couldn’t help the way his hips rocked into hers and Wren responded with an answering ache.

He kissed her over and over, each one deeper than the last until finally he pulled back, his hot breath bathing her skin in heated pants. “Fuck, I want you,” he ground out. “I love you, Wren.”

Wren’s eyes were closed; her breathing also labored. Though the passion sweeping over her was the most intense of her life, it was her love for Caleb that was her ruling force.

Caleb slowed down as his hands slid deftly down both sides of her body, his thumbs grazing the side slope of her breasts through her bra, and then pressing into her nipples. He tortured her with slow circles around the tender peaks.

Wren’s head fell back in molten agony. “Caleb. Oh, God,” she begged. “Please.”

Her thighs flexed to hug his hips, and his hand continued down over her bottom to the back of her legs. He pulled her away from the wall and carried her toward the bed.

The room was luxurious, with the big king-sized bed near the picturesque window. The bright lights of the city shone in and it was enough for Caleb to see where he was going.

Caleb ran his mouth hotly down her neck and she arched it to give him more access until he could lie her down on the bed, he whipped his unbuttoned shirt off and let it fall to the floor.

Wren shivered at the loss of his body heat. It was June, but the air conditioning made the room overly cool. There was a gas fireplace in one corner and Caleb walked over to flip it on before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down. His cock was swollen to the point of pain, but he was more concerned for Wren’s comfort than his own release.

She was lying in the center of the big bed waiting for him and she looked so small. Her eyes intensely following every move he made and taking in every rippling muscle. She lost her breath at how strong he was; every move confident and lithe. And his face: God, he was beautiful. Wren sucked in her breath, willing herself to not lose control of her emotions. The last few days had been merciless and she was feeling fragile.

Caleb kicked off his shoes and then, with one knee on the bed, reached forward to pull first one, then the other of Wren’s off, too. They landed on the carpeted floor with two soft thuds. Caleb’s eyes met hers as he reached forward to the waist of her leggings and started to peel them down her legs, exposing firm thighs. Her dancer’s body was athletic and toned. Caleb let his eyes slowly roam over every line of the soft swells of her hips and breasts, her flat stomach and defined abs. She shivered, this time not from the cold, but from the light brush of his fingertips against her skin as the dark knit fabric slid from her body. The intense look in his eyes as he stared down at her almost made her breath stop.

The barely there black lace panties and matching bra caused Caleb’s mouth to go dry. “Christ,” he said softly. “You’re perfect.” His fingers itched to touch her more intimately. The raw tone in his voice sent electricity through her as if he’d just licked every inch of her skin.

Wren began to pull the pins from her long hair, unwinding the coil that made up the tight chignon she wore whenever she danced. As he stood there watching, the firelight sent flickering cast of rays over his already golden skin turning it copper from the amazing play of light. He looked like a bronze statue, tall and strong perfection.