Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“He’ll never know,” Caleb said, winking at me.
He fed me a few more bites, grinning as I continued to moan and groan blissfully.
“I take it the aphrodisiac is working?”
“Maybe.” I licked a smear of chocolate off my bottom lip and watched his eyes darken as he tracked the movement of my tongue. “You might have to be more persuasive.”
“Hmm.” He made the thoughtful sound as he scooped up another serving, but as he lifted it to my mouth, he deliberately tipped the spoon and the dollop plopped onto my bare breast. I gasped, because it was cold and unexpected.
He gave me a depraved grin. “Whoops. Clumsy me.” He set the dish and spoon on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. “Let me clean that up.”
His index finger reached toward my breast, and I thought he’d swipe up the mousse, but instead he smeared it all over my nipple, then down my stomach, painting my skin with the sticky chocolate.
I sucked in another shocked breath, desire already running through my veins, because I knew where this was heading. “Caleb.”
“My turn for dessert,” he said huskily and dipped his head, latching onto my nipple.
He sucked the sensitive tip, arousal flooding my body as he swirled and flicked his tongue over and around the crest, then tugged with his teeth. A soft whimper escaped my lips, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands as he licked his way lower, cleaning up the mess he’d made on my stomach.
My brain felt as though it was about to short-circuit from all the pleasure. One of his hands slid between my legs, long fingers gliding along my slit. I could feel how slick he’d made me. Again.
He looked up at me with a smirk. “Look at that. Feeding you chocolate worked,” he murmured.
I wanted to argue that it had nothing to do with the dessert and everything to do with him, but he rolled to his back, grabbing my waist and positioning me so that I was sitting astride his thighs and his semi-erect shaft was right in front of me. He reached for a foil packet on the nightstand and handed it to me.
“Put it on me while I watch,” he said.
Sheathing a dick with a condom wasn’t something I was adept at, but I was always up for a challenge and it didn’t take me long to realize why he’d assigned me the chore. Because touching him, grasping his cock to hold it still while I positioned the latex over the head then rolled it all the way down his length, made him rock hard. By the time I was done, his rigid cock was engorged and pointed at the ceiling, ready for action.
His dark eyes met mine, daring me. “Straddle my cock and ride me, Stevie.”
Biting my bottom lip, I scooted up and positioned myself over him, then oh-so slowly sank down on his shaft, taking him all the way inside me until I was stretched full. I loved the way he shuddered in pleasure beneath me, loved even more the deep growl that reverberated in his chest as my internal muscles clenched tight around him.
With his hands gripping my waist and his gaze on mine, I began to move, determined to make the most of the rest of the night with him. Because that was all I could ever have with Caleb Kane.
CHAPTER FIVE
Caleb
I stood in the kitchen, beating half a dozen eggs for the breakfast I’d promised Stevie while she finished taking a shower. After our night together, and how much energy and calories we’d undoubtedly burned, I was ravenous for food and I was sure she was as well.
I was also in a great mood and knew Stevie was the reason, and the fantastic sex was only a small contribution to my cheerful disposition. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed a woman’s company so much, our natural, effortless connection making it so easy for me to relax and forget about my troubles, if only for a little while.
It was as though Stevie was the hit of dopamine I needed to chase away the stress of the things in my life that felt unsettled and had kept me so uptight and serious since my divorce. Her lack of pretense was so appealing when I lived in a world where genuine connections seemed rare, buried under layers of expectations and superficial facades. Her playful personality lightened me up, and I was drawn to her upbeat attitude despite the hard things she’d endured in her own life.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, I felt like I was turning a corner in my personal life. That after last night with Stevie, between our connection and our chemistry, I was ready to open myself up to the possibility of dating seriously again. And not just anyone, but Stevie. Because Raven was right. I’d spent the past two years focusing on everything else to the exclusion of my own wants and needs, and maybe it was time to do something that made me happy for a change.