Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Wow,” she said with another laugh. “That was…wow.”
Amusement joined the remnants of release in his eyes. “Yeah,” he laughed. “You’re right.”
Looking reluctant, he slid out of her, his gaze roaming over her naked body. She noticed a rosy blush dotting her breasts and moisture still pooled between her legs. She was amazed to realize she could go again. All he needed to do was shove that wicked cock back inside her and she’d be ready for him.
As if reading her thoughts, Caleb’s shoulders squared in determination, and then he gripped her waist and hoisted her up to her feet. She squeaked in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you upstairs.” True to his words, he cupped her ass with one hand and lifted her into his powerful arms, holding her there as though she weighed no more than a feather. “Come on, we need a bed.”
* * *
WHILE HIS HEART THUDDED against his ribs like a pair of fists, Caleb rolled off Marley’s body and sucked in a gulpful of air. His cock twitched against his belly, throbbing from its third release of the night. He was still as hard as a slab of marble, and when he glanced at Marley, the haze of desire in her brown eyes told him she was nowhere near sated, either.
Hands down, he’d just had the best sex of his life. Three times. He couldn’t think of any past encounter that even compared to what he’d experienced with Marley. The sheer thrill of sliding into her tight core. The body-numbing releases. He almost felt cheated. He’d always enjoyed sex, but this…this was sex to the max.
“Do you want to spend the night?” Marley murmured. “I don’t have to get up early tomorrow.” She moved closer and nestled her head in the crook of his neck.
Caleb ran his fingers through her sweat-dampened hair and stared up at the ceiling. The bedroom was dark—his doing, of course. He knew how transparent those damn curtains of hers were, and the last thing he wanted was AJ catching any glimpses of what he and Marley were doing.
The thought of AJ brought a rush of guilt so strong he nearly choked on it. Lord, what was he doing? The implications of what he’d done settled over him like a thick cloud of smog. He’d lied to her. He’d spied on her. Videotaped her.
Slept with her.
He’d always considered himself a man of honor, a man with principles, but he’d thrown honor right out the window when he’d succumbed to temptation.
He had to give her the truth. Shards of pain pierced his stomach at the thought. She trusted him, damn it. He saw that trust glimmering in her eyes like diamonds. How could he possibly tell her she’d been duped—again?
The confession burned in his chest, but he couldn’t reveal the truth now. She’d kick him out, and then who would be there to protect her if Grier showed up?
“Caleb?” Her voice cut through his thoughts. “Are you staying?”
He swallowed. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”
“Good, because I’m way too tired to walk you out.”
With a contented little sigh, she pulled the bedspread up and over the two of them. Then she slung one slender arm over his bare chest and gave another purr of pleasure.
“You realize you wore me out, right? I’m lucky I don’t have to work tomorrow or I’d probably doze off in the middle of removing a catheter,” she said with a sleepy laugh.
He continued stroking her hair, then stopped abruptly when he realized the gesture felt too damn right.
Okay, it was official. He was in deep, deep trouble here. Sleeping with Marley was one thing, but cuddling? Petting her? Whispering in the darkness? This was not good. In fact, all this non-sex stuff was far more dangerous than sex itself. It was relationship stuff. Commitment stuff. And he definitely didn’t do either of those.
He had tried making connections over the years. He’d latched on to his first few foster mothers, pathetically begging for their love, only to be carted off to another house within months. After that, he got smart. What was the point in opening yourself up to another person when they would only kick you aside sooner or later?
Smothering a sigh, he forced the memories from his head. “Did you always want to be a nurse?” he found himself asking.
She was silent for a moment. “No.”
Her response aroused his curiosity. “What did you want to be then?”
He gave an inward groan after he’d spoken. What was wrong with him? Why was he so fascinated by her? He couldn’t for the life of him remember ever asking the woman in his bed what she wanted to be when she grew up. He didn’t care about things like that. Didn’t care about anything but getting pleasure and giving it right back.
Until now. Now, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from wanting to know everything about this woman.