Second Chance Love

What the fuck are you doing?

“Caleb…” she breathlessly moaned.

And it was all I needed to instantly back away from her, leaving her there all alone.

On the counter.

In the kitchen.

Of the penthouse suite her brother rented for us, so I could look out for his little sister.

When in reality…

I almost fucked my name out of her mouth.

Chapter 19

Evie

After our kiss, he abruptly left, and I didn’t feel the need to follow him. The sound of the suite door slamming shut was enough for me to know a part of me still lingered on his mouth. Thinking about his lips on mine, I rode the high that was Caleb Hawkins and walked into his room, making myself at home on his bed.

I was going to wait for him, and what better way than in his space. He wouldn’t be able to run away from me this time. I wouldn’t allow it. I’d get to the bottom of his feelings for me if it was the last thing I did.

Laying on his bed, I stared at the ceiling. I incessantly rubbed my fingers over my swollen lips, tasting him all over again. Although he wasn’t there with me, I still felt him in every bone of my body.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about him in ways I shouldn’t for the last year, but I couldn’t help it. Every time he made his presence known in my life, the little voice in the back of my head kept telling me there was more to it than him just keeping his promise to Jax.

I wanted to hate him, truly I did.

But can you hate and love someone at the same time?

I laid there for hours until I looked over at the clock on the nightstand which read two in the morning. Who knew where the hell Caleb went and when he’d be back. At some point, I must have fallen asleep. The sound of his footsteps descending down the hall woke me up. I instinctively rolled over and put my back toward the door to pretend like I was sleeping.

He shuffled around his room, opening and closing drawers before making his way into the en-suite bathroom where he turned on the shower. The bathroom door opened minutes later, and out walked Caleb filling the space with steam and his fresh masculine scent. Despite him taking a shower, the pungent smell of whiskey assaulted my senses as I waited for his next move.

If he was surprised I was passed out in his bed, he didn’t show it. Nothing happened for what felt like forever, but I swear I could feel his conflicting emotions rolling off him in waves.

Especially when I felt the bed dip behind me.

My heart pounded out of my chest, faster and harder with each second that passed. There was so much I wanted to say, but I couldn’t form the words. Too many thoughts and emotions were overwhelming my mind at a rapid pace.

Neither one of us said a word until finally, I felt his arm wrap around my waist and pull me toward him. I swallowed hard. Conflicted was an understatement of what I was feeling from what was unexpectedly happening.

I didn’t know what to anticipate by coming into his room and falling asleep in his bed. I guess I was running on pure adrenaline at that point, not thinking about the consequences of my actions in that moment.

The instant I felt his hand slowly glide down my stomach, I didn’t move an inch, wanting to see where he was going with this. Little by little, his fingers slid closer to where I craved them the most.

Would he?

Lightly, he skimmed his fingers across the seam of my panties. The summer dress I was wearing made it easy for him to do so. I could feel his intoxicated breaths on the back of my neck, and I shut my eyes, anxious and excited all at the same time.

At first, he went back and forth over the elastic as if he was fighting the urge to do what we both obliviously desired. He softly caressed my lower abdomen with his knuckles, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He slipped his fingers into my panties, and I sucked in another breath.

His hand moved slowly until it was on my pussy. With each elevated breath that escaped my lips, he moved them faster. Again, I didn’t say a word, too afraid he would stop if I did. His fingers spread me open to rub my clit, making me moan in encouragement.

Which was enough to trigger the response I wanted out of him. I knew he could feel my wetness, urging him to keep going. He slid his fingers over my nub in a side to side motion before trailing circles and causing me to see stars fairly quickly. There were still no words from either of us, just heavy breathing and moans.