Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(24)

A tidal wave of chills spreads across my body.

“So, was that a yes to the beer?” he asks before taking a step away.

It takes me a few seconds before I’m actually able to clear my lust-filled head enough to form a coherent response.

“Yes, and I agree. You should have sent me shirtless pictures weeks ago. The tattoos are hot. And who knows? I might have reciprocated by sending a few topless pictures of my own.” I smile, knowing that I just took back control of this situation—Caleb’s groan confirms it.

He lets out a sigh and scrubs his hands back and forth over his face. “Okay, beer,” he reminds himself. Taking another step away, he gives me a wicked smirk. “Just so you know, I’m not responsible if you melt into a puddle,” he says oddly, causing me to tilt my head in confusion.

“Huh?”

Without another word, he turns and walks away, revealing the pièce de résistance. His back is covered completely from the base of his neck to the just above his waistband with the body of a blackbird. It’s created from the same patterns and shapes his sleeves are done in. It’s so beautiful that it’s staggering. The head of the bird is turned so you can only see one menacing emerald-green eye—the only bit of color on Caleb’s entire body. Its body is placed so that Caleb’s arms appear to be the wings of the massive bird. If he spread them to the side, I have no doubt it could take flight.

“Fuck,” I hiss as he walks away laughing.

He knew I liked the tats, and he knew exactly what that work of art would do to me. He wasn’t completely wrong. I didn’t melt, but there was definitely a puddle.

My fingers begin to twitch for my camera. I could take pictures of his back for hours—well, right after I lick every inch of it.

Caleb comes back into the room carrying two beers and a bottle of water. “Thought you might be thirsty.”

“So tell me about your tattoos,” I ask, taking the water from his hand. I’ve had a lot to drink tonight. I’m not drunk anymore, but I’m definitely dehydrated.

“Not tonight.” His sparkling blue eyes flash dark as he turns away and places the drinks on coasters on the table.

I don’t push him. It’s probably for the best. I’m sure they are about Manda, and the less we talk about her, the less we will have to talk about Sarah.

When Caleb showed up at the bar tonight, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I jumped up from the table and hugged him. I pretended it was just to thank him for my orange dinner, but it was mostly because I’ve missed him. It’d only been five days since we’d talked last, but I have become quite addicted to our nightly conversation. This has been a very transitional time for me, and it was nice to have someone to lean on. I just wish we had spent those nights talking about things that actually mattered instead of laughing and telling old stories the whole time. Maybe then we wouldn’t be in this mess. I have no idea what’s going to happen to us tomorrow, but I fully intend to make the most out of tonight.

I walk over to Caleb, pull the beer he has tipped to his lips away, and place it on table behind us.

“Hey, you.” I place a kiss to his collarbone and run my hands over his hard chest and shoulders, tracing up his neck and into his thick hair.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He licks his lips while staring at mine.

“I missed you this week.”

“Jesus, Emmy. I missed you, too,” he says dropping his forehead to mine.

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” I teasingly remind him, and it causes a small smile to cross his lips.

“Nope.”

“But I am.” I place a soft kiss to his lips.

“We really should remedy this situation,” he says, gently brushing a finger over my stomach and under the edge of my shirt.

“I agree.” I cross my arms between us and lift the shirt over my head, discarding it on the couch beside us.

His eyes immediately flash down to my chest. Using his index finger, he traces the line of my cleavage.

“You’re cheating.” He drags his finger over the fabric of my bra, biting his lip as he once again watches my nipples become hard.

“Oh, sorry. I definitely wouldn’t want to cheat.” I reach back and unclasp my bra.





AS I drop my bra to the floor, my eyes return to Caleb’s. With that damn sexy smirk on his face, he stares into my eyes. Gradually, he slides them down to my breasts and thankfully doesn’t keep me waiting. His hands immediately lift and begin exploring the swells of soft flesh. I sway and shudder when his rough fingers brush over my hard nipples. A moan forces its way from my throat, and I boldly push my chest into his hands.

My body may know what it wants, but I want to have some fun with this sexy man first. Ice sounds like the perfect addition to this undeniable heat.

Standing on my toes, I peck his lips and quickly turn towards the kitchen. I add extra sway to my hips as I move away from him, offering nothing but a flirty glance over my shoulder. Just before I cross into the kitchen, I spin around to face him. I pull my hair loose from the ponytail and enjoy watching him squirm as I back away. I can see his chest heaving and the promising bulge against the zipper of his jeans. Licking my lips, I turn and head toward the freezer.

I don’t make it far before I feel a warm, solid body press up against my back. My hand hurries to grasp the handle of the freezer door, but just as quickly, his fingers close around mine.