The Unwanted

Then he dipped his head and pressed a hot, searing kiss against her.

“Oh, hell.” Melting back against the mattress, she fisted her hands in the sheets.

Caleb’s mouth opened and she shuddered as he flicked his tongue against her. It was like he’d stroked her with a controlled burst of lightning. It hurtled through her and the strangled, choked gasp hitched in her throat. Each rasping touch pushed her higher, higher…

Sensations slammed into her. The feel of his hands on her hips. The rhythm of his mouth.

And more…the feel of him. The warmth of his presence, mantling all around her. It was more intimate than just sex. It was…everything. As he worked her closer and closer to climax, time and trouble and nightmares fell away until it was just them.

His fingers brushed against her inner thigh and she trembled, her eyes flying open.

“Shhh… I’ve missed this,” he muttered against her.

She groaned as she felt him teasing her entrance, the blunt tip of one finger circling around and around. Bringing one knee up, she arched closer.

But he continued on his slow, teasing little play. His mouth teased and tormented, like he was learning her all over again. And his hand…damn those talented fingers, he kept his touch light, just this side of tentative although there was nothing tentative about him.

The contrast was enough to drive her insane and as he worked her to that edge once more, only to back off, Destin reached down and fisted her hands in his hair. The strands were short, almost too short, but she tugged and lifted until his dark eyes met hers. “If you don’t quit teasing me, I’m going to hurt you,” she warned him, her breath coming in harsh, heavy pants.

He smiled and lowered his mouth back to her sex, caught her clit between his teeth and tugged. “Am I teasing, sugar?” He shifted around and used his thumbs to spread her open. “So wet…so ready. Are you ready for me, Destin?”

She shuddered as he pressed his mouth against her core. Then, as a spasm of need gripped her, he thrust his tongue inside her.

Destin climaxed with a harsh cry, twisting on the sheets and straining against his mouth and hands.

While she was still shuddering, shaking from her orgasm, Caleb pulled away. Climbing out of the bed, he all but ran from the room. At the time, he’d told himself it was wishful thinking.

Now, the box of condoms he’d put inside his bag was too far away and his feet felt too fucking clumsy and his hands too big. When he finally found the damn thing, tucked just inside the room he’d taken, his heart was thudding in hard, heavy beats against his rib cage, his hands were shaking and all he could see was how she’d looked, her peach-and-cream body against the sheets, her eyes dark with need.

Box in hand, he headed back into the room and met her gaze as she went to sit up. He settled back on the bed, straddling her hips and catching her head in one hand, slanting his mouth over hers. “I was telling myself I was an idiot for buying these,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’m glad I have no problem with being an idiot.”

As he pulled away, her gaze dropped to the box he held and then she reached for it. He let her take it as he reached for his belt, all but tearing it open. “You’re still dressed,” she said, her voice husky and soft.

“Yeah. I don’t care.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, plumping the sweet little curves together and flicking his thumbs over her tight nipples. Her eyes went cloudy and he pulled the condom out of her hand, put it between his teeth as he unzipped his jeans.

Her hands brushed his away and he groaned as she closed one soft, strong hand around his cock.

Yeah. Screw the clothes just then.

He didn’t need to worry about his clothes. He just needed her.

And…it was easier this way. For now. They could talk later. Right?

He tore the condom open. She reached for the hem of his shirt and he let her tug at it as he unrolled the rubber, but before she could get the shirt up past his abdomen, he tumbled her back on the bed, capturing her head once more and holding her still as he kissed her.

“You tease me nonstop and you can’t even let me take your clothes off?” she teased.

“Fuck the clothes.”

“How about me instead?” she whispered against his lips.

“Yeah. I like that idea.”

Still waters ran deep—that saying could have been created with Caleb in mind. It was something Destin knew well. The world saw a quiet, composed man who rarely raised his voice, spoke only when he had something to say, rarely cursed. Quiet and calm…that was Caleb.

The man in bed with her was anything but quiet. Anything but calm.

He caught her lip between his teeth and tugged, muttering against her lips, “I’ve missed you.” He reached down between them, tucked the head of his cock against her core and they both groaned. Then, as he started to press inside, he rasped, “So tight, Destin. So hot and sweet…”

She arched up against him, whimpering low in her throat, her fingers digging into the muscles of his arms.

He eased into her slowly and she shuddered, feeling herself stretch around him. It had been years, she realized. Years since her last lover and it was almost painful. The sweetest pain imaginable. He started to withdraw and she groaned, arched up.

Caleb shuddered, his elbows planted on either side of her head. The muscles in his arms tensed and she could feel him trembling. “Caleb…”

With that same, slow rhythm, he surged back inside, working deeper. Just a little…not enough—

Groaning, she clenched down around him and brought her leg up, twining it around his. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice a ragged growl.

She smiled and milked him with her internal muscles again.

He shuddered and swore.

When she did it a third time, a savage curse escaped him and he lunged, surging deep inside her, not stopping until he’d seated himself completely inside her. She cried out, her scream, caught between pain and pleasure, bouncing off the walls.

His hands caught her shoulders, bracing her as he withdrew and drove back into her.

She clutched at him, her hands fisting in the cotton of the shirt he wore, cotton that rubbed against her sensitive, swollen breasts. “Caleb…”

“Mine.” He angled his head, his mouth taking hers as he caught whatever she might have said with his mouth.

Yes—

She’d always been his.

A fact that time, distance, heartbreak couldn’t change.

He hooked one elbow under her knee, opening her further, and when he drove into her again, she whimpered against his mouth. His fingers stroked against the seam between the cheeks of her ass, teasing the flesh there while his other hand caught her hand and dragged it to the side. His mouth locked on her neck, his teeth raking the delicate arch. “You don’t know. You can’t know what it did to me, walking away.”

And even know, in the midst of the pleasure, the pain could swamp her.

I don’t want to know. She blocked it out and turned her head, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Kiss me.”

She didn’t want to think, wouldn’t. Couldn’t…not yet.

When his mouth covered hers again, she was the one to take control this time.

Even as his body controlled hers, she controlled the kiss, sinking her teeth into his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. She felt him shuddering against her and it fanned the fires between them. When he went to stroke his tongue into her mouth, she bit him lightly and felt it as his control snapped.

Snarling against her lips, he braced his arm under her as he surged inside her, deep, hard. Destin