Page 61 of Close to the Edge

A wave of uncertainty flashed across his face. Then it morphed into something else. Something hot and dangerous and guaranteed to send me to another stratosphere. Incredibly, it made me wetter. He felt it on his next thrust when his cock seated deeper inside me.

A mini-roar erupted from his throat. “Jesus, you’re incredible.”

I hauled myself up on one elbow, fused my mouth to his for a hot moment before dropping back down. “More, please, Caleb.”

He didn’t need any more begging. He fucked me until my vision blurred and my heart pounded against my rib cage. Until sweat dripped from his body to mine, and my screams mingled with his thick groans.

Until one last series of pounding ripped me from reality and I blacked out from pleasure. I wasn’t sure how long I blissed out. But when I resurfaced, he was still a hard, unspent presence inside me.

Tension still gripped him and sweat dotted his upper lip. “Did I tell you how much I love watching you come?” he rasped.

I shook my head, stunned by his control.

“Well, I do. I could watch you all day.” He started to move inside me again.

“Oh, God... I can’t.”

He kissed me, hard and quick. “Wrap your legs around me and give me one more, baby. Just one more.”

He caught the heels of my last climax minutes later, unraveling me as he roared his own release. I was fairly sure I passed out again.

When I came to, I was stretched on top of him, his arms clamped around me with his chin resting on top of my head.

My hand trembled as I caressed his chest. “Caleb?”

“Hmm?”

“I... I don’t think I can move.”

A low, deep laugh rumbled from him. “That’s okay. I can’t move, either.”

A happy little note strummed in my heart, the first warning that I had let in a seemingly harmless virus that could potentially compromise my very existence.

Because as I drifted off to sleep it struck me that I would be totally okay if he didn’t move from my bed.

Not tonight.

Not tomorrow.

Not ever.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Caleb

ITWASSEVENo’clock and I’d been up for an hour. I should get up. Draw clear lines by returning to my room.

I didn’t engage in cozy heart-to-hearts. I never fell asleep in a woman’s bed. Or, worse, woke up and...lingered.

Yet I couldn’t move.

Because I had no clue where the line was anymore. I’d given Lily the green light to blur it, and I’d completely obliterated it by sleeping with her.

And hell, I’d barely scratched the surface of my need for her. I couldn’t get enough of Lily. Her silky softness. Her smell. The way her eyelids fluttered as she dreamed.

I breathed out slowly, reluctant to wake her even though my eager dick was raring to go again.

One taste and I was addicted. Enough to remain in her bed, enjoying her slight weight draped over me as I waited for her to wake up so I could indulge all over again.

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