Page 82 of Well That Happened

The next kiss is deeper. Hotter. He flips us gently, hovering over me, gaze searching like he’s memorizing every line of my face. I can feel the weight of his erection pressing urgently to my core, but still, he starts slow—kisses across my chest, my stomach as he pulls off my pants and panties.

“Damn…” His voice drops. “Rilee, you’re beautiful.”

I open my mouth to deflect—because compliments always make me squirm—but he kisses me before I can.

Soft. Then deeper.

His hands skim down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist, the dip of my hip. He takes his time, like he wants to earn every sound he pulls from me.

When he shifts lower, his mouth follows—down my stomach, over my ribs, across my skin like a trail he’s determined to map. My breath catches when his mouth settles just below my navel.

He glances up. “Still good?”

I nod. “So good.”

He presses a kiss to my hip.

And then he’s between my thighs, hands firm on my hips, his mouth soft and reverent. I gasp, my back arching, fingers tangling in his hair because holy hell—he’s focused.

His tongue moves in lazy circles, like he could do this all night if I let him. I moan and rock my hips against his face.

He groans into me, grip tightening on my thighs.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs between strokes, voice rough.

It’s more than heat. It’s care.

It’s beingwantedin a way that makes my chest ache.

“Tell me what you like,” he says, low and rough.

“You,” I breathe. “Right here.”

He grins, wicked now. “Bossy.”

“You like it.”

“I really do.”

I gasp—becausedamn, he’s focused. His tongue is deliberate, his hands possessive, and the way hemoanswhen I tangle my fingers in his hair?

Almost enough to undo me right there.

“Caleb…” I gasp.

His hand joins the fun, sliding under one of my ass cheeks, and I feel his thumb stroke over my ass. I shiver just slightly, but he shifts, pushing one hot finger into my pussy while his tongue continues its magic.

“Love the way you lick my clit,” I gasp, right on the edge.

He makes a hungry noise.

Finally… I cry out. A wave of pleasure ricochets through me, pulsing in wave after hot wave of pleasure.

When he finally pulls back, his mouth is swollen, his eyes wild, and my whole body feels boneless.

He climbs up beside me, presses his forehead to mine, both of us breathing hard.

“You good?” he asks, voice a low rasp.

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