A Kiss Like This (25 page)

I move closer still, and his dark brown eyes crinkle at the corner in amusement as he watches me move in on him. I’m at a near crouch, hovering a mere six inches or so from his face, hands braced on my knees.

“Is this better?” I whisper.

“Well, I can’t say for certain, but… I see lots of little dots. And is that—did you—Lisa, do you have a
beard
?”

God, he’s so freaking cute.

Closer still…

“Better?”

If I’m not mistaken, I watch his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare as he stares at me with those big, beautiful chocolate-brown eyes. His dark eyebrows lower in concentration as he studies my mouth.

“You know what I think?” I whisper.

“What?” His torso leans forward toward me a fraction, and his arms come down from behind his head.

“I think you’re a big faker.” Our lips are a fraction apart. I gulp back a sigh. “A big… fat… phony.”

“How. Dare. You.” Caleb lets out a small gasp of indignation as he envelopes me in those strong arms, hauling me against him. Then, before I know it, I’m flat on my back, staring up at him. “Now what do you have to say?”

His low voice vibrates in my ear as he drags his mouth from my ear, trailing it along my jawline. My eyes flutter closed and I turn my head, presenting him with the slim column of my neck in a silent invitation to graze. He accepts eagerly, the tip of his nose running the length of my neck before giving the tender skin there a gentle nip, then a suck.

“Oh,
Lisa
, you smell so good,” he teases, nuzzling the neglected spot behind my ear before peppering it with kisses. Caleb’s large fingers run through the long hair fanned out around the pillow.

“Mmmm, oh,
Clark
, that feels so good.”

His muffled laughter fills my ear. “Clark? Who the hell is Clark?”

“Who the hell is Lisa?”

We lie there laughing until our laughter fades into smiles, and those smiles turn into kisses—steamy, wet, open-mouthed kisses.

Slow. Unhurried.

Kisses that steal my breath away.

Kisses that consume us both.

Kisses that continue when Caleb’s hand slides up my bare thigh, his fingers flirting with the trim on my white cotton panties before palming the warm heat between my legs and sliding up my stomach.

A soft puff of air leaves my lips, and he captures it with his mouth, sucking on my tongue as he cups my naked breasts under his gray tee shirt, cupping them in his hands. I can feel the hard callouses marring his skin, the rough pads a contrast to my unblemished skin, and I marvel at our differences. I suppress a moan from beneath his large body.

My hands find their way to his back, and I run them up his spine. Our pelvises meet, the solid weight of Caleb’s stiff erection digging into the valley between my thighs.

He tugs at the hem of my shirt, drawing it up over my stomach—and I give him permission to remove it by lifting my back off the bed so he can pull it over my head.

This is the first time in my life I’ve even bared myself to a man, and I blush from head to toe as Caleb looks down at me, exposed from the waist up.

Desire and passion and longing fill his eyes as he watches me, slowly rotating his hips, his hooded gaze a slow burn as it drops to my breasts.

My breathing is labored as his hand reaches for me again, one forefinger tracing the underside of first one full breast, then the other, round and round, back and forth, deliberately,
painfully
slowly.

The feeling is…

Indescribable.

Empowering.

Bliss
.

My head tips back as his mouth finds purchase on my body, kissing and suckling, and I close my eyes, prepared to lose myself in Caleb.

~ Caleb ~

Abby isn’t a sure thing, and I’m not sure I’d ever want her to be.

Resting both hands on either side of her head, I prop myself up and stare down, running my abrasive palm over the silky flesh of her flawless breasts, loving the weight of them in my hand and marveling at how perfect they are as I stare at my reflection in her sapphire-blue eyes.

They get glazy and hooded when I run my thumb over a hard, dusky nipple, her pink lips parting and head tipping back when I lower my mouth to taste her.

My arms quake when I bend down to run my tongue over the perky tip of her right breast, and Abby moans when I suck it into my mouth, greedy for her. Hungry for her.

Her hands go to my hair just then, those delicate fingers tenderly threading themselves through my shaggy locks, down over my shoulders, and pulling me closer.

Our mouths collide when I pull my mouth off her nipple with a pop, and she licks the moisture from the corner of my lips before our tongues tangle in a rushed frenzy.

I begin kissing my way down her neck. Jawline. Behind her ear.

Lower I go, kissing her breasts, down to the flat planes of her stomach. I give her belly button a lick and suck the skin of her hips before my wet tongue trails down her navel. She shivers, her hands back in my hair. I can physically feel her ab muscles tighten as I go lower.

A short, stunned squeal flies from her lips. “Caleb,” she breathes. “I-I don’t… I…”

“Is this okay?” My large hands splay her stomach, and I draw a circle around her belly button as she gazes down at me, eyes glassing over.

“You don’t h-have to… you know…” Her head thumps back down on the pillow, and she covers her face with her hands. “Oh god.”

“Go down on you?” I growl into her belly, fingers toying with the thin waistband of her virginal white cotton panties. “Baby, I want to.
So
bad.” I take a deep breath. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

I give her stomach another lick, eyes trained on her, waiting.

“I’ve never… Please don’t make me say it.”

“Yes or no, Abby.” Another lick. Another growl.

She bites her lip, and I bite her panties. Moaning, her head flails to the side as she squeezes her eyes shut. They flutter open, and she lifts her head, parts her lips, and breathes, “Y-yes.”

“Thank
God
,” I snarl, caressing the elastic band of her underwear and burying my nose in the apex of her thighs before running my nose up and down the seam of her crotch.

Through her panties.

Above me, Abby lets out a surprised yelp, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. The sight of her thrashing on the bed is mind-altering, and I suck on her underwear, wetting them with my tongue, just to get another reaction from her.

“Oh! Oh Jesus, Caleb.” I suck her through her panties harder when she gasps my name. “Are you t-trying to k-kill me?” Her words come out in a low, long, and tortured pant, and she grapples for a handful of sheets, knuckles turning pale pink as she grips them like her life depends on it. “I don’t know if I can h-handle this.”

Have I mentioned how much I fucking love her stammering? She only does it when she’s turned on or nervous, and I noticed that’s only with me.

And it’s fucking intoxicating. Addicting.

“Shhhh. Relax,” I cajole, voice raspy and on the verge of cracking. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

As I pull back the waistband of her pristine underwear, I look up at her naked and withering in the center of my big bed, and almost cream my sleep pants from the sight of her pale pink tits jiggling when she squirms her hips impatiently.

Grinding my dick into the mattress for some temporary relief, I pull down the only thing stopping me from making her come down her hips, tossing the discarded panties to the side.

I can’t stop the grin spreading across my lips when I’m finally able to hook my arms around her legs, spreading her wider, and lower my face between her trembling thighs—giving us both what we’ve wanted since setting eyes on each other.

CHAPTER 25

Abby

Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me for—ugh. Oh god. Wait. Not you. Him. Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Shit, oh shit, oh god. Father, p-p-pleasssse… forgive me for my sins. This sinning. Th-th-this, oh… the sinning. Yes. Ooohh… that tongue. I’m so sorry, God. I’m s-sor… Deeper! Yes! I mean, no!

“Deeper! Yes! I mean, no!” I slap a hand over my mouth, horrified by the loud moaning and incoherent babbling that slips out. “Caleb, oh god.” I gasp at the top of my voice. “Mmmnnugh. Right there.”

Embarrassed.

But—oh God—does it feel good.

His face is buried deep between my legs, his long, eager tongue doing things to my body that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest fantasies. As my eyes roll back in my head, it occurs to me briefly how my friends can have casual sex—sleep with someone just for an orgasm. I get it now.

Because this. Feels.
Incredible
.

Addictive.

Intoxicating.

Intoxicating.

Crap
. I’m repeating myself.

I try praying again, to beg forgiveness for having premarital sex, but I can’t concentrate with Caleb’s teeth and tongue thrashing down by my core. I clear my throat and give his hair a tug. “Ca… Caleb. Please. Stop.”

He lifts his head, mouth glistening, disoriented eyes on fire. For me. He crawls his way up my body, sliding his rock-hard groin against my legs, resting it between them.

My head tips back and he kisses my neck. I can taste myself on him when he presses a kiss on my lips, murmuring, “Tell me what you want, baby. I don’t want to push you.”

“You.” I can feel my eyes shining as I try to focus on his face, but I haven’t come and I can’t. Won’t. “Inside me. I want you inside me. Please.”

His nostrils flare, and his mouth slams down on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth and running his hands over my ribcage, up to my breasts, squeezing and molding them with his palm.

“I want you so fucking bad, Abby. So fucking bad.”

I do my best to nod. I might have lolled my head to the side. Who the hell knows.

In record time, Caleb slides his pants off and kisses me again. Without breaking contact, his long, powerful arm reaches over, pulls open his nightstand, grapples around and pulls out what I assume is a condom.

Oh jeez. I’ve never actually seen a guy put one on before, and I’m fascinated as he rips open the package, tosses the foil aside, and rolls the condom over the hard length of himself.

My cheeks are red hot, but I can’t
not
look. I’m mesmerized.

“This is going to hurt.” He pauses, referencing my virginity. “Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”

“Yes.” I stroke his face. “I trust you. I…”

Adore you
. Admire you. Am baffled by you.

His lips find mine, and through an open-mouthed kiss, he says, “Just hold on to me, okay, baby? This is probably going to hurt,” he repeats with more kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

The sheets rustle as he reaches down and inserts his fingers into me before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he pulls his fingers out and lays his face in the nape of my neck. “I’m just going to get the worst part over with, okay? On three?”

I give a shaky nod. “Yes. Just do it. I’ll be fine.”
I hope
. “Promise.”

Caleb lets out a long, frustrated breath. “I’m scared shitless,” he admits with a nervous laugh.

“Me too.”

His dick twitches at my entrance and I wiggle my hips. He blows out a puff of air. “Alright. This is it, baby. Hold on.”

I hold on. With one hard thrust, he pushes all the way in, and I inhale a loud gulp of air.

Holy. Mother. Of. God… and
not
in a good way. Honestly, that freaking hurts. And burns. I whimper, and Caleb stills, his lips crooning reassurance into my ear.

It’s
not
helping.

“I’m sorry, Abby. I’m sorry,” he mumbles into my hair. “That’s it. The hard part is over. I won’t… I won’t move.” His strained, erotic groan fills my ear. “I swear. Just… tell me when you’re ready.”

Pouting, I give my head a stubborn little shake.

I don’t want him to move. Like, ever.

Crap, whose stupid idea was this?
Anyone who says their first time doing it was magical or good is a flipping liar.

After what feels like an eternity but is probably merely a few seconds, I push at his shoulders to give myself some space, and take a deep breath.

“Okay.” Grimacing, I mutter, “Okay. Just. Take it slow.”

Or I will
murder
you.

He does. He takes it slow, and eventually…
eventually
the stinging subsides.

Yeah, I said stinging.

Caleb works his hands under my ass, pulling me into him and pushing into me deeper, my hips digging into the mattress as he gently moves in and out, and I’m hating sex a tiny bit less. Notice I only said a
tiny
bit.

I’m not going to lie and say it’s earth shattering, but at least it doesn’t feel terrible. And it’s done.

I, Abigail Darlington, am no longer a virgin.

Caleb gives one last thrust into me, and his groans fill the room as he comes. Alone.

Well, at least
one
of us had fun.

He hovers above me, planting kisses on my temple and forehead, bracing himself on his elbows and running his fingers through my hair. I feel cherished. Special. And not the least bit regretful.

“You okay?” I nod and he rolls off me, giving me another quick peck, this time on the lips, and easing out of bed. “Don’t go anywhere—be right back.”

~ Caleb ~

I slide back into bed after washing off and disposing of the condom in my bathroom, reaching over to pull Abby closer, laying a hand on her naked hip before jerking the blankets up and over us.

She shivers and trails her fingers lightly over my chest, seemingly mesmerized by my well-defined muscles. I let her explore, watching her intently, taking in the rich cascade of brown hair, the bright blue eyes now weary with fatigue, the pink lips set in a content line.

So pretty. So sexy.

So…
mine
.

She raises her eyes, giving me a lazy smile, still tracing my chest with a lazy finger. “What was that?”

Ah shit. “I, uh… said, mine? You. If you want.”

Her eyes get wide then, and she leans in, dragging her mouth down over my bottom lip. “I want.”

“You are ah-fucking-mazing,” I whisper into her lips.