Page 55 of Abducted

One of his hands grasped the back of her head, and the other grasped the wall, steadying him. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed.

She smiled as she worked her tongue over him. His body jerked. He pulled himself away and helped her to her feet. “If you keep doing that, this is going to end very fast.”

She giggled. “You like that?”

He turned her in his arms so her back rested against his front, the warm spray raining down over her body. “Hell, yeah,” he mumbled against her ear, “but now it’s your turn.”

A quake ran through her. She sucked in her breath. His member throbbed against her tailbone, matching the pulsating need inside her. He unhooked her bra and peeled the wet material down her arms. It dropped to the wet tiles at their feet. He picked up the bar of soap from the dish and lathered his hands.

“Relax, Lana.”

She rested herhead back against his chest, water cascading over them. His soapy hands caressed her belly, leaving bubbles in their wake. He brought his palms to her breasts, cupping them. His thumbs moved back and forth over her nipples until they turned to hard nubs, demanding his attention. He opened his mouth on her throat, his tongue flicking over her skin. Her back arched, pressing her backside into his groan. A low growl sounded in his throat.

She kept her gaze on his hands as he moved over her, his fingers drifting down until they reached her panties. He pushed his fingers inside and worked them down over her legs.

“Mmm…much better.”

Her body vibrated, waiting for his touch. He lathered his hands again and brought them back to her belly. The rough callouses of his palms softened by the soap bubbles, his hands glided over her skin effortlessly, from her nipples to the throbbing nub between her legs, then around to squeeze her ass.

Her breath came out in sharp, harsh rasps, and she panted with every stroke of his fingers. Her loins clenched and tightened, needing more.

“Cal, now, please.” She turned in his arms, needing him inside her like she needed her next breath. He eased her back against the cool tiled wall. Steam swirled around them, dancing between their naked bodies. His eyes drank her in from head to toe. Her soaked hair stuck to her chest and back, and her skin glistened with moisture.

A hard look came to his eyes. His carnal, masculine lust singed through her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, and his hands circled her waist as he brought one taut nipple at a time into his mouth. His tongue was rough and warm as he worked it over her nipple.

Her head fell back against the wall, and her breath strangled in her throat. Just when she thought she would burst, he nudged her knees apart.

Her legs shook as she complied. He rested her hand on his head to help her steady herself. Her other hand clutched the soap dish as he trailed kisses from her breasts over her taut belly. The bristles of his beard rasped over her delicate flesh, and his tongue followed, soothing her. His mouth closed over her sex, hot and wet. She cried out. Electric currents shot fire through her veins.

“Cal,” she breathed.

His thumbs spread her folds, gaining him access. When the tip of his tongue slipped inside her, a moan croaked from her throat. The world tilted on its axis as the steam spun around her. Her legs trembled on each wave of pleasure that washed over her.

She arched her back, wanting more. He licked lazily until she cried out on each level of ecstasy. His mouth closed over her, savoring every pulse, gently coaxing with his tongue until her body convulsed on the surge of her orgasm.

Her body turned to mush. She drifted toward the floor until Cal caught her in the safety of his arms. With her legs drawn over his forearm, and her head resting on his shoulder, she closed her eyes. He turned her so the water washed over her body, insulating the warmth and bliss from her climax.

“You okay?” She opened her heavy eyelids.

His mischievous grin, the one that made her tummy do flip-flops, greeted her. “Oh God, yeah.”

He laughed. “Let’s finish this in the bed.” He lowered her to her feet and reached for the towels on the hook, keeping a strong arm around her waist. She pulled the towel tightly around her body as Cal dried off with his own.

Once she exited the shower, she snagged another towel for her hair. She walked on shaky legs to sit at the edge of the bed and dry her wet strands. No way in hell could she stand any longer without falling over. An image caught her eye on the TV. She froze. Her breath caught. She grabbed the remote and turned the volume up, her finger branded on the button. Her blood turned cold.

“We’re begging the public to please help in the search for our daughter. Lana, honey, if you’re listening, I love you. Please come home.” Her dad’s voice broke on a sob. Her mom stood next to him, Grace on the other side, and Tanner next to her. Tears ran down her mother’s cheeks.

Her heart crumbled in her chest. Cal stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the TV. Tears burned her eyes, and he rushed to her side and pulled her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest.

“I have to let them know I’m okay, Cal.” Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. Guilt formed an iron fist in her stomach.

He smoothed her hair back. “We will. I promise, baby.”

CHAPTER 19

Damn, he wasstupid. Lana’s family—the ones who weren’t involved in this—were crushed. He didn’t have kids, but the thought of having a child go missing made his stomach churn. He pulled Lana closer to his chest. She wasn’t asleep. Her hand knotted in a fist against his sternum, her breath erratic.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. As Ethan had said, they needed to tread carefully. Until they had evidence, it would be a huge risk approaching Tanner. Will’s death complicated things even more.

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