There was no title, just telling him it was by her.
“This is one of your stories?” he asked.
“Yes. I’d like you to read it. You can be brutally honest. I trust you and I know you won’t tell me bullshit.” She nibbled on her lip.
He saw her hands shaking. “Lilly, thank you.” He covered her hand with his own. “Relax. You don’t need to worry about anything.”
“I … they’re … I hope you like them. I really do, but I will understand if you don’t.” She tucked some hair behind her ear.
He placed the file in the side of his truck door. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Caleb drove back to his home, pulling up outside.
He’d never brought a woman back to his place. Ever since he arranged for Lilly to come to his place, he’d been cleaning like mad, wanting to be perfect for her. He took her hand, leading her to his place.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You seem nervous.”
“I feel like I’m taking you to meet my parents.”
She laughed.
He switched on the light at his home and quickly closed the door. Caleb put the file on the table beside the door and proceeded to take her jacket.
“This isn’t what I expected,” she said.
“You thought a bachelor pad?” he asked.
His mother had decorated the place when he first moved in. Their parents couldn’t settle unless they were sure their sons had everything they needed. James had the same happen to him, as did Rome. Only his youngest brother kept on moving back home. He couldn’t seem to shake living with the parents.
“I don’t know what I thought. I’ve heard women gossip about this place.” She put her hands on her back pockets. The position thrust her tits right out. He noticed her nipples were erect and that made it impossible for him to think. He was starting to behave like a randy teenager rather than a full-grown man.
“Don’t believe everything you hear about me. Most of it is lies.”
“I’ve started to see that.”
He stared at her. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her out, to tell her the truth, but he held himself back, hating himself for it. “Wine? Coffee?”
“Coffee, please, if you don’t mind. I don’t drink. Dinner smells amazing.”
“Make yourself at home and I’ll be back.”
He needed to gather his wits about him. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t the kind of man to stumble all over like this. It made no sense. He was the kind of guy to take charge.
It was Lilly, it had to be. She was different from other women, so the need to impress her was a lot stronger than ever before.
Chapter Four
The food was delicious, as was the company. Caleb could cook. Lilly sat back down as he finished reading one of his favorite parts in the story.
He really had read the book and enjoyed it.
“So, to conclude, we both loved the book,” Lilly said.
“I did, and it was nice talking to someone about it.”
“Yeah, I’ve never done this before.” She tilted her head toward him as he sat down on the sofa beside him.
She couldn’t help but notice how plump his lips were. The book he’d chosen had been a little steamier than she thought he’d go for. It made her regret giving him her book as there was a lot more sex, and it was kinkier as well.
Her fantasies were not soft or gentle, but hard.
“What are you thinking about right now?”
Rather than have another coffee, she’d opted for a single glass of wine, and as he looked at Caleb now, she wished she hadn’t. She became more honest and open. “I shouldn’t have given you my book.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“It’s dirty. It’s what I write.” She leaned back and sighed. “I think about sex a lot.” In the back of her mind, she was screaming for herself to shut up.
She didn’t. “Did you know I’ve never had sex?”
“What?”
“Never had sex.” She pressed a hand to her mouth. I shouldn’t tell you that either.” She let out a giggle. “And I shouldn’t have had that glass of wine. Also, while I’m being so honest, I think I’ve developed a little bit of a crush on you.” She held her fingers close together.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she cupped his cheek. “And I know there is nothing we can do about it.”
She pressed her lips against his, and Caleb groaned. “Fuck me, Lilly, you’re making this hard for me.”
“You shouldn’t taste so good, and I should have stuck with the coffee.”
Caleb sank his fingers into her hair and kissed her back.
He pushed her back against the sofa and she arched up, wanting to touch his body. The wine went to her head, and just as quickly as Caleb had her on her back, he pulled away. “I think it’s time for you to go home. I’m going to take you home.”