Page 97 of Burn

“Actually, I didn’t,” I tease, smiling. “For a while jail seemed to be in my future but this is a much better option.”

He lowers his head so our eyes are on the same level, to reinforce what he’s about to say, “I’m certainly not opposed to handcuffing you . . .”

“Eh, maybe next time.”

Hooking his hands around the backs of my knees, he drags me to the edge of the leather chair, one hand between us, the other behind my neck.

Our clothes are carelessly discarded around his room. There’s no pausing, no hesitation as I lie completely naked before him. He’s missed me. I can tell by the way his gaze travels over me, lingering, worshiping.

His eyes flicker to mine. “I’ve waited all four days for this . . .” His thick hard cock glides between my folds, just enough so I felt the pressure, sliding it back and forth over my clit. “I can’t promise this is gonna last long. I’ve been thinking about your tight wet pussyall day.”

“I don’t even care.” I throw my head back against the chair. “Just put it in already!”

He laughs lightly, the action shaking his chest.

And then he slides inside me.

“Jesus . . .,” I moan, my body greedy for more, eager for every sensation.

Neither one of us can stop our bodies from shaking, trembling with desire. It’s so bad his hands can barely keep hold of my hips.

He laughs but it seems out of annoyance. “I think I missed you a little bit.”

Wild lust-stricken eyes lock on mine, and then he closes his, groaning, his head falling forward.

Then, just as quickly as it falls forward, he tosses it back, his body arching around mine, every single muscle in his taunt body flexing. His arms tense, muscles contracting as he squeezes my hip with one hand and the other yanks on my hair. My legs wrap around his waist tighter, urging him to move,needinghim to move faster.

But he won’t.

He’s resisting for what seems like the longest time, his stone body frozen.

Wordlessly, his eyes open and he moves slightly, his hand falling from my hair and then hooking around the backside of my thighs and around the front to drive me into a hard thrust. The move rocks through me, my breasts bouncing with the force.

Under his penetrating stare, I can’t keep my eyes on his. I can’t because, in that first movement, I want to let go again. He’s that good, or maybe, I want itthatbad after not seeing him for days.

The pressure builds, climbing higher and higher, a warmth so blissful it tingles everywhere, all at once, alight with the fire he’s created in me.

Caleb’s mouth twitches into a half smile, his head bent forward, but his eyes remain watchful of my every move because he knows, he fucking knows, he gets me off the moment he’s inside of me.

With my hips rising off the edge of the chair, Caleb moves, sliding out slowly and then back in, his eyes squeezing shut, body shaking.

Weakened by his touch, I moan, my lips parting, and his eyes snap open at the sound, the green scorching my skin like a hot summer day.

I want this to last forever.

I want him inside me for days, fucking me, just so this feeling running through me never ends, never becomes a distant memory of a moment between us. It can’t, not with the way he moves inside of me, the way his stare locks on mine and worships me, and certainly not with the way his heavy chest matches mine and the way our bodies move as one.

No way.

It can’t end.

Ever.

We’re meant to be this way.

Forever.

Unfortunately, Caleb is a little worked up, and within a few minutes, I know this will be short-lived when his breathing changes and intensifies.

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