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The thought of him pulling out makes me panic, and I grasp his hands on my hips. He responds by slamming into me again, clutching my body like his life depends on it.

Grabbing him, I yank him closer, wanting to feel his breath against mine, pressing my mouth to his. His breathing stops, as does his movements as he collapses against me, his hips crashing into mine so forcefully my head hits the lamp beside the chair, sending it flying and breaking as it crashes to the wood floor of the loft.

Caleb lets out a growl that vibrates through the both of us. It’s like the rippling of a wave as it crashes to a rocky shore, his hips erratic in motion, desperately chasing his need.

With haste, his mouth captures mine, his tongue darting inside my mouth.

“Don’t stop,” I moan against his lips, mouth parting. His lips draw mine into his wet, hot mouth to suck on them. I’m so turned on by his sudden, frenzied need, the warm burning in my belly intensifies, spreading throughout my entire body in a burst of white pulsing lights seen behind closed lids.

“I won’t,” Caleb growls, his body shuddering so badly he can’t hold himself up. His hands dart from to under my ass as he pushes into me one last time.

When he lets go, I can feel every single pulse of him inside of me, the way his dick swells and releases, all of it.

Though I knew he’d come, he doesn’t stop his movements. Like he knows one time isn’t enough for us. It never will be.

“What’s the grin for?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips.

My eyes focus on the brightness in his. “For the last four days, all I’ve been able to think about is you, you inside me, feeling your release, all of it. All. Week. Long.”

His jaw clenches, muscles flexing. “I did too,” he rumbles, head dipping forward to capture my lips. “I had to jerk off in the shower every morning because my hard-on wouldn’t go away.” Drawing back to sit back on his knees, he brings me with him and smiles. “And now I need more of you.” He wraps his arms around me and I bury my head in his neck, never wanting to let go.

Caleb fucks me. He doesn’t make love to me. I don’t even think he knows how to make love. What he does do is make me forget anything outside of what he’s doing to me exists at all, and in many ways, it’s exactly what both of us need.

SOMETHING KICKS ME in the side. A straight up kidney punch that rocks through me with an indescribable pain. I awake with a jolt, Caleb beside me, tossing and turning as he moans in what sounds like pain. Opening my eyes, my heart pounds as I place my hand on his bare chest, unsure what’s happening.

“No, don’t go back in there!” he pleads in a mumble, his words frantic, grabbing my arm like he’s trying to stop me from moving.

“Caleb?” With my other hand on his shoulder, I shake him, his body slick with sweat.

“Where’s Wyatt? You have to get him out of the smoke.”

Who’s Wyatt?

My heart pounds as I shake him again. “Caleb, are you okay?”

This time his eyes snap open and he gasps, sitting up in the bed and swallowing rapidly as he attempts to focus on me. He notices he’s holding my arm and immediately let’s go.

“Are you okay?” I ask, tentatively.

He nods, reaching for me and sliding his body on top of mine, the weight, the hold, all of it tells me otherwise. He’s not okay and this, him with me, it’s a distraction.

In the pale moonlight filling his room, his kisses move from my chest and make their way to my lips. Placing his hand on the back of my neck, he glides his tongue across my skin and then to my arm I have wrapped around his neck now. The same arm he was gripping moments ago.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, pushing inside of me.

“No, you didn’t.”

He makes a noise, a soft grunt revealing how good it feels to him entering me, but I don’t miss the way his body is trembling, as though he’s nervous, or excited, and then he begins breathing heavier, nearly panting.

With each frantic movement his hips make with mine, he grunts and pushes. “Fuck,” he growls in my ear, his voice throaty and sexy. It’s almost a pained sound that leaves his lips.

I realize quickly it was a pained sound. He’s shaking so badly his body is vibrating to the point he can barely keep from collapsing against me.

“Caleb . . . what’s wrong?” I want to cry, for him, but he refuses to stop, shaking his head against my pleas for him to look at me. “Should we stop?”

“No.” He jerks his head back and forth, his eyes squeezing shut. “Not for me.”

He seems strangely determined to fight whatever’s bothering him.

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