Safe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #5)(18)

“Brynna,” Caleb whispers hoarsely as he buries his face in my neck and comes inside me, shuddering with his own climax.

After long minutes of laying like this, with Caleb still inside me, our breathing calms and he pulls out of me, rolls away and pushes my hair off my face as he says, “Stay here.”

He walks into the bathroom, and I hear water running, and he comes back into the bedroom with a wet cloth and a towel.

“I can clean myself up,” I remind him dryly.

“I know,” he replies but continues to slowly clean between my legs, then dries me off.

“Can you please hand me my tank and yoga pants?” I ask.

“I prefer you naked,” he frowns.

“I live in a house with two six-year-olds,” I remind him with a smirk. “They jump into bed with me at the drop of a dime. No one sleeps naked around here.”

“They aren’t here,” he reminds me and slides into the bed beside me as he pulls the covers up over us. “So maybe tonight can be an exception.”

“Do you always get everything you want?” I ask and wrap a leg over his hip as I get closer to him.

“No,” he shakes his head sadly, but before I can ask him to explain himself further, he smiles softly at me and kisses my lips gently. “But being here with you, naked and warm, is pretty awesome.”

I can feel his dick stir against my belly and I look up at him in surprise. “Shouldn’t we be getting some sleep?” I ask.

He pulls a hand down my bare back to my ass. “You are the best reason to lose sleep.”

Suddenly, he pulls me on top of him, and lines my hips up with his and glides effortlessly inside me. We don’t lose eye contact, or speak, as I ride him, hard and fast, until I press down hard, the friction from his pubic bone against my clit sends me into another tailspin, and I am lost.

He pulls me down to him, kisses me as his body goes taught and he comes. I lay on him, my cheek pressed to his sternum as I catch my breath and just as I’m about to fall into a deep sleep, I hear him whisper, “Sexiest damn thing.”





Chapter Six


It’s early when I wake the next morning and expect to be alone in my bed, but to my surprise, Caleb is sleeping peacefully next to me, on his back, one leg bent to the outside.

Even in sleep he’s a force to be reckoned with. He is all defined muscle. I wonder what kind of exercise regimen he goes through to stay so fit?

I prop my head on my hand and let my eyes take a leisurely stroll down his hard body. The covers are bunched at his waist, giving me an excellent view of his abs. He doesn’t have a six-pack.

If I’m counting correctly, he has a ten-pack.

The tattoo high on his bicep is an eagle, wings spread, holding something in its talon. The wings are colored like the American flag.

It must be a SEAL tattoo of some kind.

I lean over and gently kiss the ink.

Remembering how I wanted to taste him last night, and he never gave me the chance, I decide to take advantage of Caleb being knocked out and slowly ease my body down the bed, move under the covers to rest between his legs, and plant wet kisses over his hips, those amazing V lines that are sexy as all get-out, and over his lower abdomen.

His cock stirs, slowly lengthening in the early morning light. I run my tongue from his scrotum, up the underside of his gorgeous dick to the head, where I lap at it like an ice cream cone.

Glancing up to his face, I’m not surprised to find his eyes wide open and watching me intently, a half smile on his full lips.

Without saying anything, I sink down around him, pulling him fully into my mouth, sucking gently.

“Ah, hell,” he whispers and lifts his arms to grip the pillow at either side of his head. His biceps and forearms flex, and my stomach clenches at the sight, knowing what it feels like to have those strong arms wrapped around me.

As I pull up his shaft, I use my hand to pump him slowly, firmly, and then sink down again, cupping his balls in my hand and rubbing that tender flesh just under his scrotum.

“Brynna!” he exclaims, surprised and turned on, and his cock hardens even more in my mouth.

With the next pass up his shaft, I barely graze him with the very edge of my teeth, just to tickle the sensitive skin, and suddenly I’m on my back beneath him and he’s kissing me deeply, passionately, his hands roam up and down my skin, as though he’s never touched me before.

“I wanted to make you come,” I pout when he skims down to kiss my jawline and earlobe.

“You almost did.” He bites the top of my shoulder and then glides his nose back up to my chin. “But you always come first, Legs. Fuck you smell good.”

“I smell like sex,” I laugh.

“Mmm,” he agrees and gazes down at me, his ice blue eyes shining with lust and happiness. He positions himself and slowly pushes into me, all the way to the hilt. As he stills, he brushes his knuckles down my cheek and kisses me sweetly.

“How do you feel?” he whispers.

“Good,” I reply and try to circle my hips, but he’s pinning me, holding me still.

“Are we okay?” he asks, his eyes serious.

“We will be, as soon as you start moving your sexy ass.”

He smiles, showing me his dimples, and glides in and out in one long, fluid motion.

“Better?”