What the hell is wrong with me?
He stepped closer and lowered his head. His lips brushed the side of my ear as he murmured, “What do you want to do with me, then?”
I shivered. I smelled mint on his breath. I realized he must have gone back to his room to brush his teeth—the devil.
“I know you’re not ready but we can do…other stuff,” he said in a husky voice.
I had been thinking about that a lot…the other stuff.
“Red?” I felt him take a deep breath, his nose nuzzling my neck. “Wanna?”
Oh God.
I nodded weakly.
I do. I really do.
I blew out a breath as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer. My eyes widened as I felt the hardness below his hips.
Holy crap. Is that—
Caleb’s voice cut into my thoughts. “I haven’t kissed you yet, and you’re already trembling.”
My knees felt weak and rubbery. I had to place my hands on his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall.
His intake of breath was audible as I touched him. He slowly rubbed my hips with his hands, shifting me so that I was cradling his hardness between my legs. I clamped my lips tightly to prevent myself from whimpering.
Those big, wonderful hands pressed against the small of my back, then traveled down to cup my ass. He squeezed and gently thrust his hips against mine.
I closed my eyes and moaned.
Hot. I felt so hot, but the burn felt really good.
His hands traveled to my waist, his thumbs leisurely stroking the exposed skin just above my shorts. Then they moved under my shirt, slowly caressing my ribs, just below my bra.
My heart started pounding.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low.
I opened my eyes and noticed he was clenching his teeth, the skin on his cheeks stretched taut. I held my breath as my eyes traveled up to his and I saw the desire in them.
“I remembered how you tasted in the morning,” he whispered.
My lips parted as his thumb slipped inside my bra, caressing the side of my breast.
He lowered his head, then paused, his lips hovering an inch from mine. “I want to refresh my memory.”
My head spun as his thumb lightly brushed my nipple.
“Oh God, Caleb,” I moaned, leaning into his touch.
I heard a growl at the back of his throat before his mouth devoured mine. He took what he wanted, and I gave it to him—because I was helpless not to, and because I wanted to.
His kiss was hungry, his hands squeezing me gently. I whimpered as he released me, then gasped as he lifted me up. My arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist. He cradled my ass, grinding against me.
I bit back a cry as his mouth dragged along my cheek and down to my neck, where he licked and sucked. My hands plunged into his hair, gripping hard as I felt his teeth bite me lightly.
He pressed me against the wall, and his lips found mine again. The kiss was wilder, more passionate. I felt myself giving in, letting my senses overtake me as I jumped blindly into madness.