“There’s water and ibuprofen on the bedside table,” Caleb said from the foot of the bed. “You should take those before you fall back to sleep.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, burrowing further into the pillow.
A second passed. “Lex. Take the ibuprofen.”
“I will.” She let out a long sigh. She loved staying here.
She didn’t answer him that time. It was late. She needed to sleep.
She felt the mattress shift a second later as he sat down next to her. “Lex, sit up. Take this stuff.”
“I really want you to. It will help tomorrow.”
“You’re always taking care of me.”
“Sorry about that,” she mumbled.
He didn’t say anything for a second, but then she felt him tuck her hair behind her ear. “Please don’t be sorry for that.”
“I just—” Her lips were dry and when she tried to wet them, her tongue felt dry, too. Fine, she’d drink some water. She pushed herself up to sitting, the comforter slipping down. She made her eyes open.
And she realized that Caleb was right there. Again. Right in front of her. Only inches away. Close enough to smell. Close enough to feel the heat from his body. Which made it ironic that her nipples tightened like they’d been hit by a cold draft. She could have stroked his beard again. She wanted to stroke his beard again. Instead, she just looked at him.
But he didn’t notice. Because he was looking at her breasts.
She was only in her bra and panties now, so of course he was looking at her breasts. If he was sitting there without a shirt on she definitely would have been looking at his chest. And she didn’t have one single urge to cover up. She had pretty great breasts, as a matter of fact, and having Caleb looking her like that was…awesome. She was sure he’d noticed them before. They were one of her best assets and they were, okay, more than a handful. Even for Caleb. But he’d never let on that he’d noticed them before. He always looked her directly in the eye. Which was nice, of course. Of course. But the thing about knowing, and being mostly in love with, a guy who would look at your eyes versus your pretty-great-size-Ds when you talked, was that you kind of wanted him to look down once in a while, too.
She reached for the water bottle on the side table, her eyes still on him, feeling the comforter slip down even further. But, because of the eyes-still-on-him thing—and maybe the too-much-schnapps thing—she bumped the bottle with her hand and it started to fall.
Caleb leaned forward quickly to grab it.
Which brought his chest within inches of hers. And his mouth within inches of hers. The hand he was leaning on, next to her hip, made the mattress dip even further and she tilted toward him. Her hand went to his shoulder to keep from tipping over. And they both froze.
The bottle hit the table and rolled to the floor, but neither of them moved.
She was suddenly not at all tired. And feeling pretty sober.
Lexi could feel Caleb’s breath on her lips, and his bunched muscles under her palm were hot and hard. She stared at his mouth. He stared at hers. And she decided that if he wasn’t going to look at her breasts, looking at her mouth like he was starving and she was a grilled BLT—his favorite food in the world—was just fine with her.
Being compared, even in her own head, to a grilled BLT might not seem sexy, but in her mind, it so was. Caleb devoured those sandwiches. He’d do almost anything for one. He made sexy moaning sounds when he first tasted them. And he’d proclaimed that hers were the best he’d ever tasted. Yeah, put that way, along with the schnapps still coating her brain, it was strangely sexy.
She watched his pupils dilate and his jaw clench.
Her hand went to the front of his shirt and she bunched it in her fists, watching his eyes. He didn’t try to stop her. Then she tugged, urging him forward.
And he came, the hand next to her hip pressing into the mattress as she tipped her head to one side.
Their lips touched. Softly. Briefly. But she felt it all the way to her bones. Heat, want, relief. She suddenly had to have more. She made a little almost-a-sob sound and licked her tongue along his lower lip.
Her name was more of a groan than a word. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
“Caleb,” she breathed.
Then the next groan became the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. It was a combination of hunger and resignation, and she felt like he’d just set her nerve endings on fire.
Suddenly, Caleb’s hand came up to cup the back of her head, his fingers diving into her hair. And he took over.
His mouth opened over hers and his tongue stroked deep and hot. Every glide of his tongue felt as though he was running a finger over her clit. Some were firmer, some softer, some longer, some shorter, and her need ratcheted up with each one.
She ran her hands over his chest to his shoulders and up the sides of his neck, loving the hard muscles and the heat under her palms. Then she slid her hands down his sides to the bottom of his shirt. She slipped her hands underneath, moaning as she met hot, bare skin. He sucked in a quick breath and she smiled against his lips, loving having an effect on him.
And suddenly she was on her back and Caleb was moving over her. Her hands slid to his back, the muscles there bunching as he braced himself above her, still kissing her like it was his job. Instinctively, she slid her legs apart and he settled between them. The comforter was between them, but she felt him hard and hot and deliciously heavy against her. The feel of his cock pressed against her made her ache. She’d done that to him. She’d made him hard. Hallelujah.
Lexi shifted, trying to get the comforter lower, wiggling against him. He groaned and pressed into her, making her clit throb even with her panties, the comforter, and his clothes between them.
Two years of wanting him were coming together and she felt like if he pressed just a little harder and she moved her hips just a certain way, she could come like this.
His mouth trailed from hers to her throat and down to her collarbone. He cupped her breast, the silk of her bra the only barrier, and she arched into his hand. His thumb rubbed over her nipple and she felt her desire winding tighter.
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
She pried her eyes open at his gruff words. The heat in his eyes as he stared down at her, his thumb and finger plucking at her nipple through her bra, made the ache between her legs intensify times ten. “You feel so good,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
He looked down at her breast and watched his fingers play with her. Then, thank god, he peeled the cup down, exposing her nipple.
“Holy fuck, Lex,” he said reverently. He plucked at the hard tip again, rolling it between his thumb and finger.
She lifted her hips, pressing against him harder, needing relief for the ache that was building.
Then he lowered his mouth and sucked on her and she cried out. Her hand came up to the back of his head and she tipped her pelvis, needing pressure and friction. She ground against him as he sucked. She was so, so close. “Please, Caleb, please.”
“What do you need, Lex?” he asked huskily.
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