Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
"I really do want to be here," I admit. "I was sad when I thought I wasn't going to see you ever again."
"Never would have let that happen." Caleb steps closer to me.
His words about us being way past being professional come back to mind. I turn more to face him. His eyes drop to my mouth, prompting me to lick my lips. Is he going to kiss me? Do I want him to? Yes!
“Are you thinking about kissing me?” I ask. I want to pinch myself. I’m such a dork. You’re supposed to let it happen, not talk about it.
“I’m always thinking about kissing you, Gabriella.” He takes another step closer to me. “I bet your lips are as soft and sweet as the rest of you.”
“Maybe.” I drop my head back more. “I want you to kiss me so badly, but—” Caleb cuts off my reason for why it might be a bad idea by pressing his mouth to mine.
His arm encircles me, drawing me closer to his body. I grab the front of his shirt as his mouth moves against mine. When his tongue slides across the seam of my mouth, I let out a small gasp, my lips parting for him. His tongue dips inside, kissing me deeper.
I mimic his movements, oblivious to the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing. This feels so freaking nice.
“Gabriella.” Caleb groans into my mouth. My body feels weightless. It takes me a moment to realize that this sensation is due to him lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him, slipping my hands up his chest and around his neck.
His mouth leaves mine, traveling down my jaw to my neck. “Caleb.” I breathe out his name. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my sex.
“You taste so damn good.” Caleb lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine.
“You taste pretty good too,” I admit. My lips feel swollen and well-used. “You French kissed me.” I smile. When did he move us to the couch? I’m straddling him. His kisses truly made me forget everything.
“I did.” His hands slide to my ass. He gives it a squeeze, making me let out a small gasp.
“I’ve never been French kissed before,” I admit.
“Fucking hell.” Caleb presses his face into my neck.
“Is that bad?”
“No.” He kisses my neck. “You’re pure as snow.”
I let out a small laugh. “Never had time for kisses or much desire.”
“Me neither,” Caleb responds, standing with me in his arms. Does that mean he’s never French kissed someone before or never had the desire to do it? I suppose you could try it out without any desire being there. I can’t imagine Caleb not having women fall all over him. He’s not only handsome but sweet too.
He puts me back on my feet before releasing his hold on me, taking a few steps back.
"Are we finished kissing?" He’s putting space between us.
"I believe I'll never tire of kissing you, Gabriella." I love the way my name rolls off his tongue. Most people call me Gabby, but not him.
“Then why the space all of a sudden?” I tilt my head to the side, studying him.
“Because I don’t want things to go too far.”
“Oh.” I tuck one of my curls behind my ear. I glance away now, feeling shy.
“Hey.” Caleb steps back into my space. He puts one finger under my chin to tilt my head back to stare up at him. “Not that I don’t want to, but you’re barely in the door, and I’m all over you.”
“I don’t mind.” I smile, thankful that he’s giving me the truth so I don’t have any doubts.
“You’re not making this easy.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I want to get you settled in, and I’m sure you want dinner.”
“I could eat.”
“Then I need to feed you.”
How did this go from the worst day ever to the best?
7
CALEB
Igrit my teeth, trying to get my cock under control. I have never had this problem before. There is only one thing I can do. I brace my hand against the wall, then use the other hand to wrap it around my cock.
My eyes close as I recall the sensation of Gabriella's body against mine. She pressed her warm pussy against my cock and stroked her tongue against mine. She tasted of peppermint and sex.
The little sounds that came from her as I kissed her play on a loop in my mind. The way my mouth traveled across her skin. The salty sweetness of her skin against my tongue. I wanted to rip her clothes from her body and bury my face between her thighs. The need to taste her everywhere rode me so hard.
So many dirty thoughts of how I would pleasure her crowd my thoughts. I’d make her rub her pussy against my face while I licked every drop from her until she came, and then I’d do it all again and again. Until she was screaming my name and begging for my cock.