Page 143 of Untouchable
Caleb focused on her face. It was red and damp and twisting a little, but she didn’t seem to be in pain. So he pulled his pelvis back and thrust into her slowly, watching her reactions to his deep stroke inside her.
She grunted and tossed her head. Squeezed his thighs with her fingers and whispered, “I’m good, Caleb.”
Caleb let out a long, guttural groan as he pulled back and thrust again.
The sensations were powerful, overwhelming, and Caleb knew he wouldn’t hold out for long like this. But Kelly was urging him on, panting out “yes” and “good,” and moving her body with his in perfect, pliant rhythm.
And he couldn’t seem to stop. Kept thrusting into her, deep and primitive and irresistible. He was grunting like an animal, but she seemed to like it. And his eyes never left Kelly’s face as she accepted him into her body like this.
He wanted her. All of her. Wished he could somehow get even deeper inside her. Have everything. Never come out.
He wished she would come again, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on to his control for long enough. He was supporting himself with his knees and his hands, and his fingers were fisted tightly in the bedding. As the rich pressure built up inexorably inside him, his drives into her became faster and clumsier.
“Kelly,” he rasped, her face blurring in front of his eyes. “Fuck, Kelly.”
“Yeah,” Kelly breathed one more time.
Then the pressure exploded inside him.
Caleb pushed into her a last few jerky times as the pulsing made its way from his balls through his cock. He came so hard that he was roaring with it, and he was conscious of nothing else in the world except the force of his pleasure. And Kelly.
He was leveled by it, and he had to fight against collapsing on top of her. But she was folded up in a way that had to be uncomfortable, so he used the last of his shaky energy to pull up, pull out of her, and help her straighten her legs.
She was trembling and gasping, and he couldn’t understand the look on her face.
Couldn’t understand the way he’d just been stripped bare.
So he rolled out of bed and then stumbled to the bathroom so he could pull himself together.
He stared at himself in the mirror. Hardly recognized the flushed, drained face looking back at him. He washed his hands, splashed water on his hot face, dried off, and hoped he would be able to speak when he returned to the bed.
Kelly was curled up in a ball when he returned, which concerned him enough to push him back into some semblance of coherence.
“Are you all right?” he asked thickly, getting under the covers with her. “Did I hurt you?”
Kelly shook her head. “I’m fine. It was good.” She pushed her hair out of her face and tried to smile at him. “Just worn out.”
The clench in his chest eased, and he pulled her into his arms. Admitted, “Me too.”
He liked the way she nestled against him, even though the heat of her body only magnified the heat of his.
He wanted to say something else. But he wasn’t quite sure what. So he didn’t end up saying anything. Just stroked her hair until she fell asleep.
No matter how close they’d been just now, how deeply he’d been buried in her, Caleb still wanted even more. He wanted all of her. Wanted to give her all of him.
But it still felt like there were invisible barriers standing in their way.
What had she wanted with the master key?
And why was Wes so suspicious of her?
And what would she do if she ever found out some of the things he had done?
As he held her in the dark, he felt an incongruous surge of tenderness overtaking him unexpectedly.
Caleb wanted to protect her from anything that threatened her. From everything that might hurt her.
The most bitter irony of all was that “everything” included himself.
