He hovered over her and she gripped his biceps, pulling him down to her. He settled between her parted legs and his upper body pressed lightly to hers, because he used a forearm to keep himself partially propped up.
“And here I thought I’d never feel a man’s weight on me again,” she said on a happy sigh.
He brushed strands of hair from her face. “You’re much too beautiful and fascinating to be resigned to lonesomeness.”
“Seemed inevitable.”
Staring down at her, he said, “Guess this is a case of one man’s idiocy being another man’s good fortune.”
“Don’t count your four-leaf clovers yet. I could turn out to be a real disappointment.”
“Not a chance.” His mouth covered hers. He kissed her in that slow, sexy way that lit her insides and made her hot and restless in a heartbeat.
She wound her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal fervor. A moan lodged in her throat.
When his mouth slid away from hers, it trailed over her jaw and down her neck. Against her skin, he whispered, “I want you in ways I’ve never given much thought to before I had you in my arms o
n the dance floor.”
The moan escaped on a sharp breath. “You say all the right things.”
He let out a low grunt. “Reese,” he murmured. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He kissed her and his hand slipped under her sweater and tank top. His warm skin on her quivering flesh was enough to make her squirm beneath him. The intensely erotic kiss he gave her evoked more fiery sensations within her. She arched her back in her quest to get closer to him, until she was clinging to him, bowing off the bed to meld their bodies together.
He finally gave up on the careful hovering and pressed her against the mattress, covering her with his hunky frame. She’d never been so overwhelmed with passion and relief, finding precisely what she’d been in need of for so long.
Him.
No ordinary man could bring her passion back to life. He engaged her on so many levels. Tugged at her heartstrings with his generous professional cause. Captivated her with his casual, personable nature. Excited her with his playful winks, scorching kisses and confident touches.
She wove her fingers through his thick hair as he drew her into another searing lip-lock. The hand under her sweater eased upward to palm her breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze that jolted her. The throbbing deep in her pussy became insistent and demanding.
His thumb swept over her nipple, the lacy cup of her bra adding a hint of friction that accompanied the warmth of his touch. A powerful craving gripped her. She raised her hips and rubbed her mound against his erection. His hand shifted from her breast to her ass. He cupped a cheek and pressed her more firmly against his cock. The denim covering them was barely noticeable. She felt his heat and his rigid shaft against the sensitive apex of her legs.
Finally breaking their kiss and releasing her, he unbuttoned her sweater and she wiggled out of it. He pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it aside. Wanting to feel his muscles and skin against hers, she deftly worked the buttons on his shirt and discarded the material. Her hands moved over his wide chest, then down the rigid grooves of his abdomen. He was magnificently built. And she wanted him.
So much for just kissing.
“You are quite the sight to behold,” she told him.
His head dipped and his tongue flicked over her hard nipple, dampening the lace and teasing the taut peak tighter.
Lust and exhilaration coursed through her, deeply intensified when he whisked away the cup of her bra and tucked it under her breast, exposing her flesh. His lips closed around her puckered nipple and he sucked softly, then tongued aggressively.
“Caleb.” She writhed beneath him.
His head lifted and he kissed her. His hand moved to her other breast and he toyed with the nipple, rolling and pinching it with the kind of finesse he seemed to apply to everything else in his life.
She responded innately, loving the feeling of his hands on her body. And his mouth on hers.
When they came up for air, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She straddled his lap. He pushed away her shoulder-length tresses, sweeping them from her face. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“You do more than turn me on,” he said. “You turn me inside out.”
Trailing her fingers over his temple and across his cheek, she told him, “I’m totally hot for you.”
“Good to hear.” He kissed her again. Then he unhooked her bra. After he slid the straps down her arms, he said, “You really are gorgeous. And so easy to be with.”