Page 55 of Wolf's Providence

I saw his lips twitch, but he turned away to open the fridge, hiding from me if he smiled at my words.

Clearing my throat, I tried to think of ways to put what I was going to say next. “You don’t need to sleep on the couch if that’s what you’re worried about?”

He half turned to look at me as he placed two thick steaks in the fridge. “Why would I be worried?”

Right? Why would he be worried?“You know, because of…um…stuff.”

Closing the fridge door, he turned to look at me, his arms resting loosely beside him. “Definestuff.”

Define stuff, sure. Easy. Excuse me while I can’t think of anything to say.

“You know, us.”

One perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose. “I knowusvery well.” His gaze raked over me, hot, filthy, and full of promise.

My cheeks were burning, but also, I felt slightly indignant. “Thenwhydid you spend all of last night outside?”

A slow smile crept across his face, and his eyes were hooded with victory. “You want me in your bed at night, Willow?”

Did I?Yes.

“Yes.”

He crossed the room so quickly that I gasped at his speed, and he used the opportunity to claim my mouth with his. The kiss was gentle at first, warm and familiar, but I sensed the hesitancy as Caleb tested the waters. It lasted a moment becauseany uncertainty dissolved, and the kiss deepened, filled with the unspoken passion that existed between us. All that mattered was our connection, the bond between us, and the undeniable pull we had towards each other.

The kiss gained urgency. Caleb’s hands slipped into my hair, fingers twisting gently as he pulled me closer, tilting my head so he could deepen the kiss even further. I was no better, my hands curling into his shoulders, gripping him tight.

We were hungry for each other, mouths opening, tongues dueling as if we’d been starved, and the tension that had lingered between us melted away as we lost ourselves in the kiss. Every touch felt amplified, every sensation more vivid, and it wasn’t long before my clothes were removed as quickly as his.

Picking me up, he placed me on the counter, my legs parting naturally for him to fit between. Caleb’s lips nipped and sucked at my neck, his fingers dipping between my legs, testing my readiness. Gripping his cock, I guided him to my entrance, not caring about foreplay, I needed him inside.

Caleb inside me made sense. Caleb fucking me was one of theonlythings that made sense.

He pushed forward, and my head dropped back as I felt the deliciousness of the slight burn of his thick cock stretching me.

“Caleb.” My voice was husky and filled with need. A need he recognized as he started to move inside me, claiming my mouth again, smothering my moans of appreciation.

He wasn’t gentle, but then, neither was I. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails dragging over his smooth skin as he picked up the pace between my thighs. He pushed me backward until I was almost lying on the kitchen counter, his body following me down as he drove into me.

“You feel so good,” he murmured against my breast, his mouth capturing the stiff peak, his tongue flicking over it lazily. Caleb moved his hand down to rub my clit in smooth circles,applying the perfect amount of pressure to make me squirm greedily beneath him. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him in tighter. “You were made for me, Willow.” He groaned as my inner muscles pulsed around him, gripping him tighter. “Fuck, do it again,” he ordered. I looked up at him and saw his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and his expression twisted into one of lust and desire.

Knowing I did this to him filled me with intense satisfaction. The idea of us both letting go like this filled me with a wild, insatiableneed. He made mecravehim. All I wanted was his cum spilling inside me, filling me.

Caleb gripped my hips suddenly, pulling me closer to the edge of the kitchen counter. Pushing my legs wider, he looked down at me with a wildness that made me shiver with anticipation. His pace was relentless, and all I could do was lie there and take it.

Relishit.

“Caleb…” The needy whine in my voice made me sound unrecognizable, but he knew what I wanted.

Bending swiftly, he nipped at the underside of my breast. “I know,” he growled. “I know what you want.” His look was fierce but stunning.

I never wanted this to end, but my body was ready to let go. My climax was building fast, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it, because I knew my orgasm was going to be a big one.

“Come for me,” he demanded as he pushed into me over and over. “Come for me. Show me who you belong to.”

Jesus Lord, I was going to combust.

My cry of disappointment when he withdrew, leaving me empty, turned to a cry of pleasure as his mouth and fingers replaced his cock. His tongue moved over my clit, his mouth sucking on the tight bundle of flesh, and his fingers sawing into me made me lose control. It was all I needed.

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