Page 140 of The Fake Date Agreement

His hard kiss silences me. “I never say something because I think it’s what someone wants to hear. I say what I feel. Andthisis what I feel. You’re beautiful, Myers. Just take the damn compliment, woman.”

My lips twitch as I arch my brow, teasing, “And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll have to show you.” His breathing is unsteady, and his hands shake when he shoves at his pants, eager to kick them away. “Fuck, I’m so hard I can barely think.”

I’m back to holding my breath when he lowers his head, kissing the tip of my nose in a sweet gesture that makes me smile.

He presses a kiss on my chin and angles down, kissing my collarbone, then embarking on a slow exploration of every my curve.

I’m writhing before he’s settled between my thighs, my pussy fluttering in response to his husky groan. “Fuck, Myers. You smell good.”

There’s no silencing my moan as he dips his head, grips my hips, and puts his mouth on me. He holds me open. Hisfirm hands press my thighs outwards, tongue dipping into me, licking, sucking, driving me in-fucking-sane.

My toes curl, my stomach clenches, and my hold on Caleb’s hair has to be painful when he flings me into a body-trembling climax.

My body is still shuddering, and my throat is hoarse when I swallow, probably a result of a scream I hope didn’t just wake all the girls on my floor. The sound of crinkling foil penetrates my hazy mind. I blink my eyes open.

He’s on his knees in front of me, torn foil packet at his mouth. It looks familiar. My gaze darts to the corner of my room, where my balled-up coat is no longer balled up.

“Did you…” I let my voice trail off as he grins at me.

“Yup. I’m not sure what I would have done if you didn’t have these. It’s feeling like this was meant to be.”

“Really?” My voice is unsteady, the breath caught in my throat as he slides the rubber over his erection.

“Really.”

Shit, he’s so damn long and thick. My body tenses, my inner muscles anticipating the stretch when he pushes himself into me.

“Myers?” Amusement warms his tone as he settles between my thighs. “I’m going to need you to breathe, baby.”

I stroke my palms over hot male skin as I try to remember how to breathe. Not that it’s easy when he’s tucked up so close to me, one thrust and he’ll be half in me.

His lips taste mine. “You good?”

I slide my legs around him, hook my ankles behind his back, and meet his gaze. “Was I giving you the impression I wanted you to stop?”

His smile doesn’t last. Neither does mine.

Now he’s the one holding his breath as he works each hard inch into me. The stretch is unbelievable. An almost painful achebetween my thighs that makes me wiggle and whimper under him. Sweat pops up on his brow, and I dig my nails into his back as I feel my muscles ripple around him.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” he hisses, easing his hips away and drilling back in. “Shit.”

It’s almost too much to take. I’m stretched tight around him, and he’s barely half inside me, yet I’m rocking against him, a keening sound spilling from my throat. “Faster.Please.”

His lips crash onto mine, and his fingers lace mine, lifting both my arms over my head. I’m pinned beneath him. He’s holding me down. I can’t do anything but take everything he has to give me.

Why is not being able to move so fucking hot?

He breaks the kiss, still breathing hard. “Fuck, Myers.” He’s slamming into me now, dark green eyes wild as he picks up the pace. He grunts with each hard thrust until he suddenly pulls his hands from mine and grips my hips, holding me at the angle he wants me.

He’s lifted my hips off the floor, his fingers are cutting into my skin, and each rolling thrust means he touches the end of me.

My thighs tremble, my hands desperately grabbing at his forearms as I twist and start to come apart. “Caleb… Oh my god.”

“That’s it,” he groans, pulling out, eyes tortured as he slams home again. “That’s fucking it.”

I’m babbling incoherent nothings as a wave of intense pleasure washes over me.

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