He crosses his broad arms over his chest as he peers down at me. His lips move slightly before his tongue darts over them. "I think about fucking you all the time."

Chapter 28

I didn't see that coming. I thought he'd tell me that we can't be intimate because it would damage our friendship. I actually was counting on him saying that because I had my retort at the ready. In my mind Caleb was going to explain that he valued our friendship so highly that sacrificing it for a few minutes, or in Caleb's case an hour of pleasure, would be foolish. I imagined he'd kiss me on my forehead, tell me that I'd find a man who truly deserved me and usher me out of the library, past Ruby and into the night. At the last moment before he shut the door behind me, I'd turn around and tell him that he would never be good enough for me. It would have been a lie but it would have stung him. That entire made up scenario in my mind just went to hell.

Now, I'm staring at his face. I'm staring into the gorgeous face of the man I want to be with and I'm absorbing the fact that he just told me that he thinks about fucking me all the time.

"You think about it too, Bell." His index finger leaps to his lips. "You do, don't you?"

Um, hell yes I do. Morning, noon and night.

"Sometimes," I offer back. "I've thought about it."

"Tell me what you think about." He steps forward a touch, which causes me to instantly retreat a step back. "Tell me what you wanted to do that day."

I can't tell if he's pushing me because he wants me to drop to my knees so I can show him exactly what I wanted to do that day. I'm going to take the bait because a chance like this may never appear again and if I don't tell Caleb Foster exactly what I want, I'll wake up one morning twenty-five years from now next to a man who can't possibly own my pleasure the way Caleb will. "I wanted to feel you inside of me. I wanted to touch you and taste you."

He moves closer still, his expression shifting. "You mean you wanted me to fuck you. You wanted to suck on my cock."

The sheer rawness of his words pulls a blush from deep within me. "Yes. I mean that."

He leans down. He's close. He's so close that I can feel the feathery soft touch of his breath on my lips each time he exhales. "You wanted me to lick your pussy, didn't you, Rowan?"

I've never heard the word from any man I've been with before. It's always felt too intimate but now it pulls something from deep within me. My sex aches. "Yes."

"You wanted me to eat you until you screamed my name." He pushes a piece of my hair off my forehead. "Then you wanted me to flip you over so I could fuck you hard."

I know I should pull back so I can breathe but I'm frozen in place. "Caleb."

"I thought about it this morning." He brushes his soft lips against my cheek. "I stroked my cock thinking about sliding inside your tight, little pussy."

I'm so aroused I feel as though I could come just from listening to him talk. I don't say anything. I only lean forward hoping to feel the touch of his lips against mine.

"If I fuck you once, I won't be able to stop. I'll want it more. I'll never be able to give it up."

I look up into his dark eyes. "You don’t need to stop."

The pad of his thumb traces a path over my bottom lip. "I will destroy you, Rowan."

"You can't destroy me." I dart my tongue out to catch the tip of his thumb.

He looks down at my mouth, his own tongue licking his bottom lip. "I don't know how to love a woman. I will use you. I will hurt you. I will damage you in ways you don't understand."

"No." I shake my head slightly from side-to-side. "You're wrong."

"I'm right. I know myself. I'll hurt you. I'll ruin you."

"I'll risk it." I whisper before I close my eyes and press my mouth into his.

He groans into our kiss, his hands cupping my face. He tilts my head slightly so he can control the pressure of our lips against each other. A low moan escapes his body and floats into mine as his breath quickens.

I feel his erection pressed against me, straining against the fabric of his pants. My hand drops to his belt. I fumble briefly with it before I undo the clasp. Just as my fingers drop to his zipper, he pulls back from our kiss.

"Bell, Christ, please don't." His voice aches with the same desire I feel inside of me. "I can't want you like this. I can't do it."

I'm not one to throw myself at a man but when it's the one man I've always longed to be with, I'm willing to toss tradition out the window. "Let me taste you, Caleb. I want you to come in my mouth."

"Fuck." His lips brush over mine again. "I'm going to explode."

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