The Ruthless Caleb Wilde

Except, there wasn’t.

Not when he was in a rush to take her back to bed, to make the most of the hours they had left because he had to be back in Dallas by tomorrow.

Their eyes met.

She said his name. He opened his arms. She went into them.

“Sage,” he whispered, and she sighed as he lifted her and carried her back to the bedroom.

He kissed his way down her body, pausing to savor the sweetness of her nipples, her navel, the softness between her thighs.

“My turn,” she murmured.

Her hands were cool, her mouth warm, her caresses at first cautious, even delicate, and he realized, on a rush of what he knew was foolish masculine ego, that she had never touched another man as she was touching him.

They kissed endlessly, loving the tastes and textures of each other’s lips and tongues until, suddenly, there was no more time to spare. He was hungry for the feel of her closing around him. She was hungry for the feel of him deep inside her.

She wept, and came on a high cry of ecstasy.

He followed seconds later, throwing his head back and calling out her name. Then, he collapsed in her arms, sweat-slicked skin against sweat-slicked skin.

After a long, long time, he rolled to his side, stretched out beside her and laid his hand gently over her belly.

He bent his head, pressed a kiss to where his child lay sleeping. She cupped her hand around the back of his head and fell asleep.

He was too busy thinking, planning, making decisions.

After a while, moving carefully so he wouldn’t wake her, Caleb rose, collected his clothes and went into the bathroom. He showered, dressed, then called his pilot on his cell phone, telling him to have the jet ready within the hour.

He went back into the bedroom. Sage was still sleeping and he bent down and kissed her mouth.

She stirred, sighed, opened her eyes and smiled.

“Caleb,” she said softly.

He sat down next to her and took her hand.

“I have to go home,” he said. “I have a meeting. I can’t cancel it.”

Her smile tilted. “No. That’s okay. I understand.”

He lifted her hand to his lips.

“I’ll fly back next weekend. We’ll find an apartment. A house. I’ll contact a Realtor.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Sure. Fine. Just be sure to get something in—”

“I know. Something in a safe neighborhood.”

“Yeah, well, absolutely. But what I was going to say was, make sure it’s on the park.”

“The park?”

“Central Park, if you want to stay in Manhattan. Or, I’ve been to a couple of really handsome towns in Connecticut … What?”

Sage sat up. The duvet dropped to her waist and Caleb bent his head and kissed her breast.