One Step Closer(4)
Dex nodded and put up his hand to keep Caleb from hitting him again, while he was down. “Okay, man. You should’ve said something.”
“You should’ve known.” Caleb’s brow was furrowed with a scowl firmly planted on his face. He turned his back and reentered the house, running his hand through his over-long hair, anger still pumping through his veins as he went down the backstairs to the lower level. He probably didn’t need another drink, but he wanted one. His body was still on fire, and his mind was raging at him. He took a deep breath, not sure what the confrontation with Wren was going to be like. She was sitting on one of the big recliners that were lined up in front of the big projection TV on one end of the room.
Caleb walked past her, between the theater set-up and the pool table to the wet bar along one side. Foregoing the beer waiting in the full-sized refrigerator, he reached for a glass and the crystal decanter of amber liquid. It was his father’s expensive single malt scotch. He’d never liked that shit. He was feeling in need of something stronger, so he poured half the glass full and downed it in one big swallow. It burned all the way down; Caleb could feel it run down his esophagus and into his stomach, the heat leaving a trail that didn’t lessen the tightness in his chest.
He refilled the glass and turned, his gaze intense as it settled on Wren. The music was still off and Wren hadn’t said anything. Caleb had fought his desire for Wren for years. Ever since he’d seen her as she really was without that hideous disguise she always wore when she and her mother first moved in with the Luxon men. The scotch, along with the beer, might be impairing his judgment just a little, but damn, if she wanted to grow up; he’d help her.
His eyes seared over her body, taking in the short dress that left her legs bare and gave Dex easy access to her ass. Anger flared inside him again.
“I don’t understand you, Caleb—” Wren began, but he held up his hand to stop her. He took another swallow of the scotch then sat the glass down on the mahogany bar and walked purposely toward her.
She was amazingly beautiful, and he’d had enough fantasies about her to last a lifetime. He couldn’t resist the blonde curls that tumbled down her back to her waist. Her dancer’s body was slight and firm, her skin flawless and smooth. Caleb’s cock was already hard, but blood surged again, making it throb even more painfully inside his jeans.
Their eyes met and locked. Wren could sense a danger behind his eyes, a look that had never been directed at her. Her body quickened and heat pooled inside her at the intensity in his eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his white shirt. When he got to her he reached out and took both of her upper arms in his hands, forcefully pulling her up to stand in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating between them. She smelled amazing. Like spring flowers with a hint of vanilla. He leaned down and ran the tip of his nose from her shoulder, up the cord of her neck until his mouth was next to her ear.
He spoke in a guttural whisper. “You wanna play with the big boys? Then, play with me.”
Wren’s breath sucked in with an audible gasp. She was shocked and excited at the same time. Caleb’s right hand lifted and his fingers traced over the top of her shoulder, up her neck and under the curtain of her hair to tangle it as he cupped her head. His left arm began snaking around her waist to pull her hard against his body, his fingers curling to fist in the soft cotton material of her dress.
She could feel his erection pressing and pulsating into her hip. This was something she’d wanted, but never thought would happen. Her hands landed softly on his bare chest as he tilted her head up. His skin was warm under her fingers, like hot silk and the beat of his heart hammered against her fingertips.
“Caleb,” she murmured, just before his mouth swooped down to engulf hers.
His mouth was not tentative, but rather hinted at the long denied hunger he felt. Instinctively, Wren opened to allow his tongue access and almost swooned at the combination of her emotions, her body’s response, and Caleb’s obvious possessiveness. It didn’t take more than a couple of seconds before Wren’s arms were snaking up to wind around his neck and she was kissing him back, kiss for kiss.
“Oh, God, Wren,” Caleb moaned against her mouth then bent slightly to lift her legs up and around his waist. He took her weight easily and began walking into his room that was off the far side of the entertainment room, separated only by a bathroom and the short hallway. Wren’s hands found their way into Caleb’s hair, her hands desperate to bring his mouth closer. The feeling of her body opening was unfamiliar, but welcome. Her heart was beating so hard; it had her blood pounding in her veins.
He kicked open the door to his room and it banged against the opposite wall before he lowered Wren down to his bed. He followed her down, his knee parting her thighs. The feel of him pressing his hard erection into her softness was delicious and she welcomed Caleb into the cradle of her body. It was just as amazing as she’d imagined, Caleb was hungry and ardent, wanting her with an abandon that made her heart race. He had his elbows resting on the bed, his arms holding his weight to keep himself from crushing her. His lower body ground into hers.
He couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes, taking her luscious lips and tongue in a series of deep and demanding kisses that invaded her mouth like he wanted to invade her body. They made out for endless minutes. Each kiss was deeper and longer than the last. His body pressing and moving, drawing a response from Wren that she wasn’t prepared for. A delicious ache began deep inside her, causing her hips to surge and rise to meet his.