One Step Closer(81)

Caleb could sense the depth of her longing and it turned him on more than he could wrap his head around. It was yearning like he’d never experienced and he wanted to savor each touch and every incredible movement. He slowed his kisses and his touches became gentler.

When his fingers deliberately pushed up the hem of her shirt, the contact of her warm, smooth skin by his fingers he almost moaned in ecstasy. This was Wren; his little bird. His protective instincts overtook him. She deserved better than screwing frantically on a couch as if they were kids. He loved her, and he needed her to feel it in every breath between them.

“Cale,” Wren whispered against his lips. “Don’t stop.” Her hand dipped between them and her fingers closed around his dick through the material of his sweats and his forehead fell onto her shoulder.

“Christ. I didn’t plan for this.”

“It’s okay.”

Caleb paused. “Are you protected? I won’t put you at risk.”

She nodded, a bit embarrassed to be confessing such a thing to Caleb. Periods and performing didn’t go well together, so she took a version of the pill that kept her from having a period for a full three months. “It’s safe.”

“Wren.” His tone was full of desire; his eyes hooded as he lifted them to meet hers intently. His hands came up to her head, to stroke through her blonde tresses, his index fingers tracing both cheekbones. “I want this.” His finger traced her lower lip and pulled it down. “God.” The word came out in a groan. “Do I want it.”

Wren bent her head, intent on initiating another round of the passionate kisses. “Good,” she whispered. Her lips ghosted over his and she slid her tongue out to hotly lick at his in a sultry assault. He gave in and soon their lips were giving and taking, tongues mating in glorious abandon, her hand working up and down on him, pulling out the reaction she wanted.

“Let’s go to your room.” Caleb felt like he was begging and he was barely able to stop exploring the secrets of her body or kissing her luscious mouth. He inhaled the scent of her skin. “You smell so good.”

“We’re alone here. Now. Let’s stay here.” After Macy making her room such a revolving door, Wren didn’t want to risk it.

Caleb didn’t argue and he gave in to her demands and the gravity of his own need. His hands made short work of her shirt, exposing the white lace bra as he pushed it up and off. Wren lifted her arms to complete the job at the same time as Caleb buried his mouth between her breasts, sliding his cheek over the gentle swells.

“You’re so beautiful,” he admitted. Wren was pulling at his clothes and soon his shirt and her pants had joined her discarded top on the floor.

Caleb took her weight easily as he stood up and turned them both around so he could lay her down beneath him. She was still wrapped around him, her heels hooked around his calves as he settled in between her spread thighs.

His dark blue eyes glowed almost black in the night as he bent to kiss her once on the mouth, then dragged his lips down her neck and over her collarbones. He made love to her with his mouth as he undressed her with slow measured precision. He pulled aside the lace cups of her bra, and Wren gasped as his hot mouth closed over one of her nipples as his fingers pushed down her pants and slid into her panties to touch where she’d been craving.

She gasped out his name as he worked her into a slow frenzy, teasing her clitoris, and then pushing into her heated body. He repeated it until she couldn’t stand it, all the while going back for kiss after lascivious kiss. Wren didn’t want it to end and she fought the orgasm, wanting to hold him and kiss him for hours, but eventually she couldn’t stop it. Her body tightened, her back arched and she breathed out his name in a soft cry. “Uhhhhh, Caleb.”

Caleb remained on top of her, his own body screaming for release, but he loved the erotic picture she made as she came in his arms. His gaze was intent on her face, though his whole body vibrated with desire. He could feel the throb of his heartbeat pound in his chest and his cock at the same time. He wanted to say the words, but wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear them. This was a huge step, and one very late in coming.

When she stopped shaking and her eyes fluttered open, her eyes locked with his. The want in his expression made him even more beautiful. “Will you remember this in the morning?” Wren asked, almost so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard if he still weren’t so close to her.

“I remembered the last time. I have every second of it memorized. I’ve relived it a million times.” His nose nuzzled the side of her head and he pressed his lips to her temple and then her cheek and jaw in a series of feather soft kisses that sent electricity through her entire body.

A soft intake of breath signaled her shock. “Then, why?”

“I was supposed to be protecting you, and I failed. I didn’t protect you from myself. I was ashamed that I lost control.”

“Oh, Cale.” Wren reached for him, pulling his head down to softly kiss him on the lips. “I wanted you then, like I want you now.” Love for him threatened to choke off her breath. “But what about Macy—?” Her mind flashed to the night in her room when Macy had insinuated she and Caleb had talked about marriage. Surely his presence here belied any of that.

“Hush,” he shook his head. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Tonight, it’s about you and me.”