One Step Closer(80)

They sat there, face-to-face on the couch and all she wanted was to be in his arms, Macy or no Macy. This might be the last chance she’d ever have to be this close to him. Caleb bent his head and rested his forehead on hers; his salty and musky scent enveloped her. “Cale,” she said, the ache in her heart, resonating in her voice.

He cleared his throat. “Don’t forget that. No matter what happens.”

Wren wanted to cry and scream. She felt cheated. If only they’d had a moment or two like this in the past; things would have been different. If only she’d gone to see him in San Francisco, or followed him back to Boston and confronted him about their one night together. The possibilities made her want to die. Now Macy was in between them and they might never have that chance. Her voice shook when she finally spoke. “I wish I’d have known. I wish so many things. For us.”

“Me, too.”

“Do you want the locket back?” It hurt to say the words, but she had to know.

His head snapped up and a hurt look crossed his features. “God, no. Why would you ask me that?”

“I don’t know. I just… it was your mother’s, that’s all.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “It’s where I want it to be.”

She closed her eyes, and Caleb’s hand came up to cup her face. His fingers tangled in the silken strands at the back of her head at the same time as his thumb brushed along her jaw and tilted her chin up. “Wren.” The one word pulled from him like a prayer that would save the world if it were ending.

Her hand closed around his wrist and she lifted her mouth, silently begging for him to kiss her. She was still crying, her heart cracked open as she waited. She had no right to want him given the other woman sleeping in the house, but she did. God, did she want him. He was hers first. He’d always be hers.

Caleb’s breath rushed out over her lips and she sucked it into her lungs. She wanted every nuance, every touch; every second with him she could get. This might be the last time he’d ever touch her like this.

He froze. He didn’t want to scare her and he didn’t want to hurt her. It felt like she wanted what he wanted, and even though every cell in his body screamed for her, he didn’t want to do the wrong thing. He could almost taste her, just by being this close; their lips hovering over one another.

She lifted her lips closer still and she brushed her lower lip against his upper one. Caleb groaned. “Jesus. Wren—” His thumb brushed her jaw over and over as his muscles coiled. His heart was pounding hard and blood was rushing like liquid fire in his veins. “You’re playing with fire. Don’t do this unless you’re one hundred percent sure you want this to happen. There’s no going back.”

Wren didn’t know what tomorrow would mean for them or what the consequences of this would be, but she knew for sure she would literally die if she didn’t let this happen. Her fingers fisted into his shirt and she unconsciously pulled it forward, tugging him even closer, and then slid her hand up and over his broad shoulder. “I do, Cale. I’m sure.”

She should consider Macy. She knew she should ask him about the other woman, but she didn’t want the answer. She only wanted to feel him on her, over her, inside her like she’d fantasized and relived so many times.

“Oh, God.” Caleb didn’t need further encouragement as his left arm snaked out around the back of her waist and he pulled her roughly into his arms at the same time as his mouth took hers hungrily. His innate visceral response dictated his every move as he kissed her deeply. Wren’s mouth opened to him as his tongue laved and made love to hers like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. It was ravenous and desperate heaven.

Caleb turned and pulled her onto his lap facing him, never breaking the kiss for a second. Her legs parted and her thighs settled on the outside of his. Both of Wren’s hands slid into his hair and she pulled his mouth closer. They were feasting on each other, their mouths moving as if they were starving, but so perfectly in sync it was as if they’d kissed a million times.

His arm around her hips moved her closer and he could feel the heat seeping through both of their pants. His dick was huge, more engorged than it had ever been and it throbbed painfully. Her pelvis arched into his and his breath rushed out. He’d never wanted anyone more than he wanted her and every woman he’d ever touched was a sad substitute.

They were both panting heavily from their passionate play when he finally pulled his mouth from hers and buried his mouth in her neck to place slow, wet kisses so soft she began to tremble in his arms. “Uhhhh…” His hands explored her body, cupping her breasts through her shirt, his thumbs teasing her already erect nipples into a tighter pucker. “Wren.” He said her name and his voice sounded pained. “I’ve wanted this forever… f*cking dreamed about it.”

His admission made her heart sing and having him this close, pressing his hardness into her softness was euphoric. He was all that existed for her and if the building were coming down around them, she wouldn’t want to move. Her back arched and she could feel the outline of his erection pressing against her. Nothing had ever felt so good.

Her fingers were greedy as they roamed his body, detailing every curve of every muscle, committing every second of it to memory. Her lower body ached and opened, the emptiness becoming maddening. She rocked and rubbed against him seeking some small shred of satisfaction.