Dirty Little Secrets (Dirty Little #1)(41)

“Do you feel how perfect this is?” he asks. “Me inside of you?”

I can’t seem to manage any words, so I just nod. Yes, it’s perfect.

“We were made for each other,” he says, his voice low and deep as he nips at my earlobe.

“Harder,” I beg. “Please.”

I don’t have to ask Caleb twice. He trusts into me harder, faster, to the point where our skin slaps together with every move he makes. Again, and again, and again, never slowing, driving me further and further into pleasure until I’m falling apart, clenching around him. He holds onto me tight, then he falls after me, faltering as he rides out his orgasm, saying my name.

We both ride out the aftershocks together, moving a little, rocking against each other. Caleb kisses his way across my back, and his lips feel good against my sweat-slicked skin.

“I’m falling in love with you,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

It’s the kind of thing someone says in the hazy aftermath of a great orgasm; maybe it’s the truth, and maybe it isn’t. Either way, I’m not going to hold him to it.

But the thing is…I’m falling in love with him, too.





CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE





The smell of freshly brewed coffee drags me out of what was an incredibly restful slumber. When I open my eyes, the lack of Caleb’s body snuggling up to mine alerts me that I’m alone in the bed. I slide my arm out, touching Caleb’s side, and the sheets are still warm. After I slide out of bed, I pad over to the dresser, and pull out one of Caleb’s shirts. I know he likes to see me in them, and it’s a lazy Sunday morning. Chances are, he won’t even turn on his laptop to do a little work until later this afternoon.


I’m hoping for a repeat performance of last night, and walking out to greet Caleb dressed like this is a sure-fire way to get things going in that direction.

I follow the scent of the coffee, and make my way out into the kitchen. Caleb is standing at the kitchen island, a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips, and his hair is all tousled from sleep. He’s shirtless, just the way I like him, and he’s skimming through the Business section of the newspaper. It’s nice, waking up to a warm cup of coffee poured by someone like Caleb. It’s more than I deserve, but I’m going to appreciate every moment of it while I can.

He looks up, as if he can sense that I’m looking at him.

“Hey,” he says sleepily, smiling at me.

I can see the moment he recognizes what I’m wearing, and the happiness in his eyes melts away into something more carnal.

He slides a cup across the island; it’s still so hot that it’s steaming.

“Hey,” I reply, making my way over to where that liquid gold is waiting for me. It’s got cream and a teaspoon of sugar in it, just the way I like it, and a strong rush of affection for this man hits me square in the chest. “Thank you for this.”

Caleb reaches across the island, and takes hold of the mug’s handle. “If you want more, you’re gonna have to come and get it.”

I do want more, so I go and get it. Caleb warps his arm around my waist, and pulls me close, giving me a soft kiss. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” I reply.

Caleb hands me my coffee, and I take a long sip, letting out an appreciative noise when I swallow.

“Your laptop was going off a few minutes ago,” he says casually.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Going off?”

“Yeah,” he says, turning a page of the paper. “Beeping. I hope you don’t mind, but I muted it. I went to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful in bed.”

A cold chill runs down my spine, and my grip just…gives out. The coffee cup I’m holding falls to the floor, splashing hot coffee all over my legs. I’m too stunned and panicked to even care about the pain.

“Jesus, Mia,” Caleb says, sounding worried.

I vaguely register him moving in my peripheral vision, and then he’s kneeling in front of me, wiping the coffee off of my legs with a hand towel.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Mia?”

The panic in his voice is increasing with the panic in my chest. I turn, and walk over to where my laptop is sitting on the dining room table. Sure enough, my tracking program is up, only instead of alerts for Privya’s name or whereabouts, I see my own name. Multiple times. I had set up a search for myself, just in case, and it started going off really early this morning. When I click on one of the alerts, the link takes me to the website for a gossip rag. There’s a picture posted of me and Caleb from last night.

How did anyone at that site find out my name? Was I on a guest list somewhere? Did Caleb, or Felicity, or maybe Ben tell someone? Why did I even tell them my real name? I checked in to the hotels with aliases. Why…why did I let them in? Does any of this even matter now? My name is out there. My face is out there, and I’ve just given someone who knows where to look a map that leads straight to me.

It also leads straight to Caleb.

Fuck.

“Is everything okay?” Caleb asks cautiously from the doorway. He’s looking at me like I’m a wild animal that he’s scared to spook.

Before I answer him that no, everything might not be okay, I need to know how not okay things are. I check the alerts that I have set up on Privya, and there aren’t any. Not yet. Either he’s not on the move, or he’s been using cash, like me. Or he’s traveling in some other kind of way that I’m unable to trace. Regardless, nothing that I have access to gives me any indication that he’s left Chicago.