Page 129 of Untouchable
“That’s what I thought.” She slid her leg away from his hand, which was trailing down to caress it. “And just so you know, laughing at my hair is not the best way to convince me to do what’s on your mind right now.”
Caleb chuckled. “How do you know what’s on my mind?”
“You’re pretty easy to read in that regard.” She rolled away from him when he reached out for her again and then couldn’t help but laugh as they had a teasing scuffle.
Which ended when he was lying on top of her. “I wouldn’t dream of laughing at your hair, especially if it will affect my chances of getting lucky.” He made a move that appeared at first to be adjusting his position, but he ended up lifting her T-shirt to bare her belly.
With a frown, she pulled the shirt back into position. “Are you always this horny?”
“I think we can find a more appropriate word to describe the increase in my libido lately.”
She wanted to giggle at his condescending tone, but she managed to arch her brows haughtily. “You’re saying ‘horny’ is inappropriate?”
His eyes glinted with suppressed amusement. “Sadly, no. But it sounds so undignified.”
She couldn’t stifle the giggle this time. “You never answered the question,” she prompted at last, straightening her T-shirt once more when Caleb’s hand started exploring again. “Are you always this horny?”
Pulling back his hands as she continued to thwart his attempts to disrobe her, he said blandly, “As it happens, no, I’m not. So you only have yourself to blame.”
Kelly shifted restlessly and tried not to like the idea so much. She’d figured he’d been more interested in sex lately than he typically was. They’d had sex at least twice a day this week. If Caleb were always this horny, he’d never get any work done.
He leaned down to kiss her, but it was slow and gentle and didn’t turn immediately into sex the way his kisses normally did. Then he adjusted their positions so she was tucked in the crook of his arm.
She smiled as he pulled the throw blanket over both of them.
“What is that smile for?” he asked, tilting his head down to look at her face.
“You came in here on the pretense of sex, but you really just wanted to take a nap with me.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss into her hair. “I don’t take naps.”
“Well, you should. They’re very nice.” She stretched out against him and wrapped one arm around him, suddenly wishing desperately that they didn’t have this immovable obstacle between them.
It would be so nice. To be close to him like this. Just a simple Saturday afternoon.
No more lies or secrets.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, one hand running down the length of her loose hair.
“What do you mean?”
“You got tense.”
“Nothing. Not really. Just…” She didn’t want to lie to him. It felt wrong in a way she couldn’t articulate. She wanted to tell him the truth, so she managed to find the truest thing she could say. “It just feels complicated sometimes.”
“What does?”
“Us. Our relationship.”
He didn’t reply immediately, but she could tell he was thinking about what she’d said. He proved it by eventually murmuring, “I guess it is complicated. We’re not easy people. Either one of us.”
“No,” she sighed. “I just sometimes wish… we were.”
“You mean be like other people? Everyone has some sort of complications.”
“I know. But I think we take complicated to a new level. With all our baggage, I mean.”
“Anytime you’d like to unload any of that baggage,” he murmured, very softly, “I’m happy to hear what you have to say.”
