Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
When his mother turned to tend to the soup, he mouthed, “I want you.”
He looked ready to devour me, which caused a stir in my body.
“I want you, too,” I whispered, certain my face must have turned fifty shades of red with his mother right there.
She interrupted our flirting when she approached the table holding two steaming bowls.
“Smells delicious.”
“It’s my mum’s famous potato and leek soup.”
“I can’t wait to try it.”
After we finished the wonderful soup, Caleb’s mother boiled some tea and put out cookies. She was doing everything in her power to make me feel comfortable, which I appreciated.
The topic of conversation turned serious during our tea, though.
“You’ve come an awfully long way, Teagan—uprooted your life. That’s a testament to how much you truly care for my son.”
“There’s no place I would rather be,” I told her. “Caleb made a huge impression on my life in a short amount of time—not only in what he taught me about appreciating what I have, but the way he’s persevered through many tough things, always wearing a smile when I know it’s not always easy for him.”
His mom nodded. “It’s been a tough year in this house. My husband and I are estranged for the first time in years, and Caleb going to rehab was not something we saw coming. It’s been very hard. But seeing the look on his face when he found out you were coming to England—that’s something I’ll never forget.”
I reached for Caleb’s hand under the table. “Thank you for sharing that. It only solidifies for me that being here is right. All he had to do was ask, honestly.”
I hadn’t expected to feel so at home here, and I must have been more relaxed than I realized as a huge yawn overtook me.
“You must be tired from the trip,” Poppy noted.
“Yeah, I definitely am.”
I had no idea where I was going to be sleeping. Caleb and I hadn’t discussed it. The apartment was small, so there weren’t a lot of choices.
I decided to bite the bullet. “Where will I be sleeping?”
Caleb looked at his mother and back at me. “With me.”
“We don’t have a lot of space,” Poppy added. “And I’m not born yesterday and thinking having Caleb sleep on the couch will change anything that happens when I’m not here.” She smiled. “Just be careful and hold my boy at night if he has a nightmare.”
Wow. “I promise I will.”
When I started to clean up, Poppy shooed me away.
“You go rest. I’ve got this. You’ll have plenty of time to help over the next six months.” She winked.
Caleb took me by the hand and led me to his room, which was thankfully on the opposite side of the house from his mother’s bedroom. That would make things a little less awkward.
The décor in Caleb’s room was simple, and it was clean. Like in his room back in Boston, he had workout equipment lying around. The window that overlooked the street was cracked open. The bed was full-sized with a gray blanket on top, and a burgundy throw rug lay on the floor.
Caleb sat down on his bed and gestured for me to come toward him. He buried his face in my abdomen, kissing softly over my shirt before lifting it off of me and returning his mouth to the bare skin of my stomach.
“I’ve missed this body so much.” The feel of his words vibrating against my skin sent shockwaves through me.
Looking down at the massive bulge straining in his jeans, I felt the muscles between my legs twitch in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again.
Caleb continued to slowly undress me, taking his time as much as I wanted him to hurry.
“We need to be very quiet,” he whispered.
The last thing I wanted was his mother to hear us having sex. It was bad enough she knew damn well what was going on in here. But nothing could have stopped me from needing to have him right now.
When Caleb lowered my pants, he noticed my lacy underwear. He’d never seen me in something like that, but I’d bought them in case I ended up in this very situation upon arrival.
“Fuck, Teagan. Are you trying to kill me right here and now with these knickers?”
He sat on the edge of the bed and unbuckled his pants before pulling them off, along with his underwear. His beautiful, hard cock sprung free. It glistened at the tip, so ready. I had the urge to lick it, so I knelt and took him into my mouth.
Caleb let out the sound of starvation being satisfied, a low, sexy groan. “Fuuuuck,” he added after a moment. “You need to stop that.”
I knew if I continued, he would come, so I let him go, because I really needed him inside of me.