Page 105 of Untouchable
Caleb had been watching her closely, registering every detail about her reactions and expression. “Do you want to watch yourself?”
He’d adjusted his hand so he was cupping one of her breasts, and she couldn’t help shifting to press her chest against his palm more fully. “I think you’re the one with that kind of ego.”
It didn’t come out quite as clever as she’d intended, but it was the best she could do, now that Caleb had started rubbing her nipple with the heel of his hand.
“You can complain about my ego all you want, but you like it.” His hand slid down until it was cupping one side of her ass. “Don’t you?”
He was right. Of course he was right. His absolute arrogance and entitlement might be obnoxious, but it also drew her in, thrilled her, posed the deepest sort of challenge.
Caleb could obviously see the confirmation on her face. He leaned forward, mouthing a spot just below her jaw. “Fuck,Kelly,” he murmured against her skin. “You’re so hot. And even hotter because you look so innocent.”
She had a rosy, heart-shaped face that gave the impression of youth and innocence. There was nothing she could do about it, but Caleb knew by now her appearance was a lie.
There wasn’t anything innocent about her.
If he had known why she was really with him, he would have known this truth even more deeply.
He didn’t know though. Not yet. He only knew the Kelly she’d revealed to him, and that was only part of who she was.
Two of his fingers slipped under her panties and stroked her intimately, parting the soft folds of flesh and feeling her hot, wet arousal.
“I knew your pussy was wet,” Caleb murmured, sliding a finger inside her and stroking her inner walls.
His words shouldn’t have been as hot as they were, but her muscles clenched around the penetration of his finger, and she let out a thick gasp of pleasure.
When he joined the first finger with a second, the fuller feeling made Kelly jerk her hips involuntarily, the pressure at her center pushing her forward into shameless urgency.
“You like that, don’t you?” He used his other hand to hold her thighs apart as he fucked her with his fingers.
Biting her lower lip hard, Kelly tried not to give him any sort of answer.
“It’s not going to take long,” Caleb murmured in that same sultry voice. “You’re almost there already.”
The pleasure was building so quickly she had to hang on to the dresser in front of her. “Oh God!”
The loud cry escaped her lips without her conscious intention, and she burned with both lust and slight embarrassment since she hadn’t held strong as much as she’d wanted.
“That’s right,” Caleb said in raspy encouragement. “Let go.”
He pitched his hips forward, allowing her to feel the hardness of his arousal against her ass. “Just say the word, and I’ll make you come—over and over again.”
She whimpered helplessly, overwhelmed with so much hunger and heat that she was afraid she might melt. Then she remembered the challenge and made herself answer, “As long as we both acknowledge that you’re cheating.”
“How am I cheating?”
“I turned you on without touching you, and you’ve got your hands all over me. So it hasn’t been a fair fight.” She met his eyes in the mirror, feeling a kind of connection that went far beyond physical touch.
There was pleasure in knowing her mind was a match for his, as much as in how good he made her body feel.
Something changed on his face as he acknowledged the words. Then he stepped back, causing her body to tense in disappointment. He was still watching her face in the mirror.
“Giving up?” she asked, smiling at him in the mirror, even as her skin felt chilled where his hands had just been.
He gave her a feral smile. “You know me better than that.”
He moved forward, his warm chest pressing into her back and his erection rocking slowly against her. For a moment he surrounded her—his heat and strength impossible to escape. But then he slowly eased back until he wasn’t touching her at all. “We’re going to make this an even challenge. So if you want to be touched, you’ll have to touch yourself.”
Her whole body clenched with a strong pulse of lust, but she gave a little huff of amusement. “I’m pretty sure I can resist.”
