Page 59 of Close to the Edge

I stroked him once. Twice. He grew thicker, his dick pulsing in my hold. Emboldened, I tightened my grip, pumped him a few more times.

A tortured groan rumbled from his throat as his fingers sank into my hair. “Fuck, Lily, that feels so good.”

I stepped closer, breathed in his earthy scent. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to devour him. I yanked down his pants, cupped his heavy balls. He groaned again, a drop of precum glistening at his broad head.

I flicked my tongue against his slit and he jerked against me. I went to taste him again, but his fingers clenched in my hair, pulling me away.

“No.” The denial was torn reluctantly from his throat.

My fingers tightened around him, making his abs clench hard. “Caleb, I... I want you in my mouth.” This morning hadn’t been enough. I wanted more.

He shuddered, but still shook his head. “I’d love for you to blow me again, sweetheart, but right now, I’m dying to be inside you.”

Before I could protest, he scooped me up again like I weighed nothing, pivoted and hauled ass up the stairs. The hallway passed in a blur, the door to my bedroom slamming shut to his kick.

He set me down on the side of the bed. Eyes pinned to mine, he made short work of his buttons and shrugged off his shirt. He was ripped and tanned all over, hairless except for the thin strip of silky hair that arrowed from his belly button to frame his groin.

“You’re so hot,” I gushed, unable to stop myself.

Dark color flared across his cheekbones, and his nostrils flared as he toed off his shoes and socks. “Keep talking like that and you won’t get to walk straight for a week,” he growled.

The very idea made me weak. I sagged onto the bed with a pathetic whimper.

With a smug smile, Caleb bent over me, pressed his forehead against mine as he nudged me backward onto my elbows. He grabbed my knees and made room for himself between my thighs, then fused his lips with mine.

The kiss was ravenous to the point of decimation. Strong fingers kneaded my calves, then drifted down to tug off my shoes. He continued kissing me as his hands reversed direction, trailed up my thighs to slip beneath my dress. He started to pull down my panties, then halfway through he muttered under his breath and ripped it free.

At my gasp, he smiled against my lips. “Sorry.”

“You’re not really, are you?” I challenged between kisses.

“No,” he confirmed, then sucked my tongue into his mouth in a move that melted my brain.

God, the man could kiss. I’d lost the ability to think straight when he pulled away. From his back pocket he took out a pack of condoms and tossed it on the bed.

I was staring at the box, wondering if I would be lucky enough to get through the pack by morning, when he grabbed my thighs and dropped onto his knees. Utterly captivated, I watched Caleb trail his tongue slowly up one inner thigh, then the other, but maddeningly staying away from my needy center.

“Get the lights up in here. I want to see your beautiful pussy properly,” he said as he bit lightly on my flesh.

Pleasure shivering through me, it took a moment to realize the only light in the room was the one on my dresser, set to come on automatically at nightfall.

My breath puffed out as my lungs remembered how to work. “Lights,” I croaked. Nothing happened. I cleared my throat. “Lights.”

The lamps on my nightstand flared softly, chasing away the shadows. Baring me to Caleb’s avid gaze. His mouth dropped open, a hot breath escaping as he stared.

And stared.

I squirmed. “Caleb...”

“Shh. Give me a moment,” he rasped.

A moment to what? I squirmed harder.

He lifted his gaze and his eyes were on fire. “You’re fucking exquisite, Lily.” Hunger and worship throbbed in his voice.

In that moment I knew it was entirely possible to orgasm from dirty talk alone. Except it wasn’t just dirty talk. Because my heart was flip-flopping in my chest in a weird, terrifying way.

This was just sex. My heart shouldn’t...couldn’t get involved. No way—

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