Safe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #5)(17)

“As you can see, I have post-baby body,” I inform him and smile when his eyes meet mine.

“Don’t tell me you’re self conscious.”

“No,” I wave him off and enjoy the way he’s taking me in. “It is what it is. I had two babies in here.” I rest my hands on my belly. “It took a toll. My body won’t ever be what it was before them, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

“Don’t cover yourself.” He pulls my hands off my belly and kisses them both and then leans down and plants sweet kisses over my stomach and down to my pubis. “Your long body is sexy, Bryn. I love how tall you are.”

I grin down at him. “I love how tall you are. It means I can wear heels when I’m around you and you’re still taller than me.”

“I f*cking love it when you wear heels,” he growls and settles down the bed so he can play with my *. “They make your legs look ten miles long.”

“Caleb, if you go down on me again right now, my body will implode. I really want you inside me.”

He ignores me, kissing the insides of my thighs and nuzzling my lips with his nose, making me squirm.

“Did you hear me?”

“I heard you.”

“Well?” I ask but sigh when he shoves his hands under my ass and tilts my pelvis up, giving him better access to me.

“Brynna,” he whispers against my core, making my * clench.

“What?”

“Give me just one more, baby. One more time.”

He leans in close and pulls my lips into his mouth, hollows his cheeks and sucks gently, pushes his tongue inside me, always pulling my hips forward and harder against his face.

It’s un-freaking-believable.

Suddenly, my thigh and stomach muscles begin to shake uncontrollably. I grip the sheets at my hips in my fists and plant my heels on his back, pushing my * against him harder as I come apart at the seams.

He lazily kisses my inner thighs, my hips and up to my breasts, where he pulls the nipples through his lips, leaving them hard and puckered. Finally, he climbs his way up to rest on his elbows beside my head and brushes his knuckles down my cheeks.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs.

“I don’t think okay is the word,” I respond with a grin and kiss him lightly.

“Better than okay?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow.

“Only one thing would make me feel better,” I murmur against his lips just before he sinks down for a long, wet kiss.

“What?” he asks when he finally pulls away.

“What what?” I ask, my brain completely fried.

“What would make you feel better, baby?” He asks with a chuckle.

A slow smile spreads across my lips as I circle my hips, nudging his cock with my pubis. “I think you already know.”

“How long has it been for you, Bryn?” He pulls back and watches my face intently.

“Four years, seven months,” I whisper and drop my eyes to his Adams apple, unable to meet his gaze.

“Look at me.”


I shake my head no.

“Hey, baby, look at me.” His voice is gentle and when I lift my eyes to his, they’re possessive and hot.

Really f*cking hot.

“You haven’t had sex since you and Jeff divorced.” It’s not a question.

I nod.

“Damn,” he whispers and kisses my forehead, down to my eyes and then my cheeks. “Bryn, I’m clean. I promise. I don’t want a barrier between us. I’ve wanted you for far too long, forever it feels like, and I just want to feel you.”

“I’m on the pill,” I whisper against his lips and grin as I circle my hips again and he pulls back until the blunt head of his dick pushes against my entrance, and then slowly, inch-by-inch, he fills me.

“Holy Mary mother of God,” he moans and stares down at me in awe. “You are so f*cking tight.”

“You are so f*cking big,” I counter.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks with a frown.

“No,” I shake my head and glide my hands down his back to his ass and back up again.

“I have to move,” he groans and begins to slowly push and pull inside me, allowing my body to adjust to him. “Wrap those amazing legs around me.”

I comply, linking my ankles behind his back and wrap my arms around his neck, cradling him close. I love having his weight on me. I love feeling his breath against my neck. I love the way he smells and the noises he makes, like he just can’t get enough of me.

“Oh, God,” I murmur as he picks up the tempo and runs one big hand down my side to grip my hip and hold me steady as he begins to ride me hard.

Nothing has ever felt so damn good.

Reaching between us, I push my hand down to where we’re joined and can feel the root of him as he disappears inside me, then slip my fingers up to circle around my clit.

“Oh, f*ck yes, touch yourself,” he mutters, watching my fingers make small circles around my nub. “God that’s hot.”

“Caleb,” I gasp and tilt my pelvis. “Oh God, I’m gonna…”

“Yes, baby. Go on.” He kisses me hard, his tongue slips between my lips to dance with my own and I feel that now-familiar pull low in my belly as my muscles clench around him and I buck beneath him, calling out as I fall over the edge.