Page 111 of Burn

With sure hands and eager breaths, his determination to make the night last comes alive. I want this right just as much as he does. We need this, and the fact he’s not going to let what happened with Nixon ruin it says loads about what we have together.

Caleb’s eyes settle on my body, his gaze memorizing my every feature and curve.

Brushing my hair tenderly from my face, he kisses my forehead and then moves down my body, pushing my dress up around my thighs and then spreading them.

My panties are ripped off and discarded as if they mean nothing. He’s not wasting any time as he runs his tongue down me, sucking between my slick folds. Before long, he’s pushing a few fingers inside and licking me with just the right motions. Caleb’s fucking gifted when it comes to licking pussy.

Fucking. Gifted. He devours my pussy as I rock my hips against his rapacious mouth. My hands hold his head, pushing him deeper, demanding more despite him giving so much already.

In a very graphic description, I can tell you all kinds of things that might be gross to some and turn others on. Like the fact that I could literally feel myself dripping wetness all the way to my ass and all over his face. Or when he bites down on my clit only to suck at the same time like he did in my office, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

Tonight, and probably every other night from here on out, he owns me, and there’s a good part of him that knows it.

With his left arm laid across my stomach, his right hand all up in me, he holds me in place. The intemperate possessiveness rolling from him captivates me, sends me over the edge and rocks my body to the point I’m sure everyone in the apartment building knows I’ve just had the best experience of my life. Heat surges up my spine, radiating through my entire body. I cry out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders, but Caleb only groans and thrusts his fingers inside me, again and again until I’m screaming his name.

When I glance down at him, he smiles, kissing the inside of my thigh. “That was fuckin’ hot.”

I have no actual words.

“Did you like it?” he grunts against my thigh. Most of his weight shifts to rest against his arm, which is bent near my hip, supporting him.

“Yes . . .”

Kissing my body desperately, his impatient hands work my dress over my head. Sitting up, he rests back on his heels and reaches for his belt and smiles. I know where this is going.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pushes his jeans down past his hips and then nudges the back of my head for me to lower it.

Sweeping my tongue over him, I wait for his reaction. He’s so hard, so warm. Before taking him inside my mouth, I look up at him, and he smirks. “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing,” I say as I lower my mouth.

Caleb’s into it.

How can he not be? He’s getting a fucking blow job. Most men are into that shit.

His hands tangle in my hair, forcing my head up and down. Though it’s not overly forceful, it’s just enough pressure to let me know I’m giving him exactly what he wants.

His hands shake, a groan falling from his slightly open mouth. Caleb Ryan is the ultimate in sexy when it comes to watching a man in the heat of the moment. It’s a silent confidence he has and the way he doesn’t ask for anything. He takes it. That in itself says a lot.

It’s gross, the noises your mouth makes when you’re giving a blow job. It really is. I feel like all I’m doing is gagging and gasping for air, but apparently, I’m doing something right because he groans and twitches against my tongue, and a moment later, his orgasm bursts hot streams into my mouth.

It just keeps coming and I choke a little, only to have him hold my head steady, both hands on me now.

“Swallow it, Mila.”

“What?” If you’ve ever spoken with a dick in your mouth, you’ll know that no one can understand you.

“You heard me.Swallow.” I nod, and he must think I’m not going to because he’s hasten to add, “I mean it. You better fucking swallow.”

I do. It’s not like I wasn’t going to anyways. Spitting’s for quitters.

When I’m finished, I lie back on the bed, thinking he’s done.

Nope. I thought wrong.

He crawls up my body. It’s fucking erotic to the point I can barely breathe.

As he hovers over me, his hands press to the mattress on either side of my head. “You have me a little worked up tonight,” he says, all breathy and sexy, sliding his body flush with mine. “It may be a long night for you with no sleep.”

---