Wrong Bed Baby (Crescent Cove 10)

He laughed and kissed my neck. “I almost came just from listening to you say my name.” Pride tipped up the corner of his mouth. “Many times.”

Now it was me with the full body flush. “I wasn’t expecting all that.”

“Me neither, truthfully. But fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” He pressed his dick against my belly, the length of it reaching up between us. “And I want inside you so bad.”

I crisscrossed my arms behind his neck. “What are you waiting for?”

He held up a condom.

I snatched it out of his hand. “Goldilocks came prepared.”

He winced. “Not really. I keep one in my wallet, but for a guy, it’s mostly a beacon of hope.”

I laughed and ripped it open. “Well, let’s get that beacon suited up for a little party of two.”

He gripped my thighs. “You are freaking incredible.”

I shimmied back enough to get my hand on his considerable length. “You’re just saying that because I’m naked and very willing.”

“No. I mean, yes, that’s a very good point. But that’s not all—”

I leaned forward and cut him off with a quick kiss. “Let’s just have fun with this. You’re single and I’m s

ingle. It’s the summer and—”

He cupped my face. “And we’re really good at this.”

My fingers stilled over the hot, silky tip of his cock. “We haven’t even had sex yet.”

“Well, get that condom on so I can show you what I already know.”

I rolled the latex down his length, then he laid me back on the bed. We detangled legs before he climbed over me and slowly lowered himself so he could slide inside of me. His stormy gray-green eyes flashed something akin to wonder before he met my mouth in a hot, hard kiss.

I lifted my legs up and around him and accepted him inside of me. The quick rush of energy buzzed through me as I took each thrust like an offering.

Heat and bliss.

Pleasure soaked connection.

A promise I wasn’t sure I was looking for, but stole anyway.

I raked my nails down his sweat-slicked back as we chased our way out of the storm and to the sun. Arching under him, I clamped down on him as he flung back his head and groaned out my name. I rode the edge of his strained release and found one more of my own.

He collapsed on me and I held him there when he murmured an apology.

The overwhelming mix of emotions that followed sex flattened me. I always took on a piece of my partner, no matter how good my shields were. But I’d opened myself to Caleb and couldn’t quite turn it off. Instead of running for the hills like most men, his quiet contentment poured into me.

He finally leaned back a bit. “I need to take care of this.”

I nodded and shifted to let him up. I pulled the sheet over me as I curled onto my side. Muscles I hadn’t used in a damn long time were deliciously stretched and abused.

He came back and sat on the edge of the bed, lightly tugging on my shoulder until I looked at him. He held up a washcloth.

I shook my head. “I’m just going to take a shower.”

“Okay.” He slid the cloth over my neck and skimmed along the edge of the tangle of short chains I wore. He nudged the sheet down to drag the cooling cloth over my breasts before dipping his head to taste the tip of one.

I groaned, my skin oversensitive.