Unwrapped

“You helped me remember to breathe. Every day I spent with you got a little better. You convinced me to just hang on. Christ, you held me when I cried. Do you remember that? All those nights I sat in my dorm room with the lights off until you came looking for me.”

“Yeah, and we’d crawl in bed and trade outlandish stories. It was fun trying to guess which were real and which were made-up.”

“Anything to make you laugh,” he murmured. “You spent so many nights in my room. But you weren’t worried what people might say.”

“I was too scared for you,” she admitted, wiping away the tears that had snuck free. “My rep didn’t matter compared to how much I—”

“Compared to how much what?” he asked gently when she faltered.

“How much I love you,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut as her voice broke.

He rubbed his thumbs under her eyes. “I told you we won’t push you. I promised. If you just want to explore this weekend, I’ll have to live with that. But so will you.”

Cait’s throat worked as she swallowed. Even as soft and vulnerable as she was right now, he knew she’d channel those feelings into something else before she’d ever admit to them. That something else became painfully obvious as she peeled the sheet down his body.

She reached up and pulled the pencils out of her hair and tossed them onto the floor. Her long blonde waves fell forward, making her look like the angel he’d always painted her as in his mind.

Maybe Matt was right. He’d idealized her. Somewhere along the way, she’d become his idea of the perfect woman, and acknowledging she had flaws and insecurities like anyone else would take some work. Not that he’d love her any less, but he still hadn’t come to terms with them—or the real Caity—yet.

Without a word, she encircled his flagging erection in her fingers, squeezing tightly as she reached underneath to cup his balls. She leaned forward to lick the crown, turning her face toward him so he could watch everything she was doing. His heartbeat skyrocketed when she started to suck, her perfect rose lips sliding down his shaft.

“In a million years,” he whispered, enthralled by every flick of her tongue, every touch, “I never really believed this would happen. Hoped, hell yeah. God, I hoped.”

She drew back with a sexy suctioning noise, her hesitant smile erasing the doubts in her eyes. “You were still ahead of me. I never even dared think it.”

He threaded his fingers through her hair as she bobbed on his length. When she straddled him a couple of minutes later, he was rock hard and glistening. But she didn’t climb on right away. She stroked him slowly, moving the wet vise of her fingers up and down while he pressed his head into his pillow and counted backward from one hundred to keep from exploding all over her soft belly and pink-tipped breasts.

Except that image didn’t exactly help. Envisioning her covered in his release made him even harder. Even more eager.

He bit off a moan. “Might want to move things along.”

But she merely smiled and licked her palm before gripping him again. Shifting slightly, she angled downward until she could rub her slick pussy over his thigh. She ground against him while she jerked him off, not stopping until they were both panting.

“Condom?” she gasped.

He yanked out the nightstand drawer and fumbled around, coming up with one like a prize. “Don’t think we brought enough of these.”

“Don’t worry.” She leaned down to lap up the cream dampening the crown of his shaft. “I have extra in my purse. Lots extra,” she added with an eyebrow wiggle.

“Have I ever told you you’re my dream woman?”

Before she could answer, he worked on the latex and impaled her on his cock. She moaned as he drove into her silky heat, again and again. With one stroke, he was lost to her.

He didn’t try to seduce or draw out the pleasure. He would’ve, if he’d had any ability to reason left. But there was only the snug grip around him and her breasts bouncing against her chest, dangling over his mouth when she rocked forward to take him to the hilt. He bit and sucked her swollen nipples, so rough he left marks. Couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop the need to slap her ass the faster she rode him, bearing down so hard that pinwheels of color danced across his vision before all went black.

Deaf and blind to all but her pants and her hazy bluebell eyes as she rocked into bliss, he clenched her hips as if she held his life in her hands.

Like she already held his heart.

Her ragged breathing as she curled up on top of him was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard. He cradled her head in his hand and kissed her damp temple, his length still buried inside her.

“Did you come?” he said when he could speak again, more than a little embarrassed he honestly didn’t know.

He didn’t normally lose track of a woman’s orgasm, but then again he also had never been with this woman before this weekend. She’d given him a scorecard of all new rules.

“Didn’t you feel it?”

“Damn, I felt everything.”