Page 34 of Untouchable
He thought he was untouchable, so she would make sure he was touched.
If she had to turn into Caleb to beat him, then she could do that.
Shewoulddo that.
“You okay?” he asked from beside her.
When she turned back, she saw that he’d taken care of the condom and was now watching her, a thoughtful expression on his face.
She smiled. “Yeah. Seconds usually aren’t that good.” She reached over to brush her fingers over his chest. “Even with a concussion.”
“Damn,” he breathed, his expression changing. “I forgot about the concussion. I thought you seemed a little?—”
A flare of panic caused her skin to chill briefly, the fear that she hadn’t deceived him enough. “I seemed what? I thought it was pretty good.”
“It was.” He gave her his familiar, sexy smile. “I wasn’t complaining. Something just felt slightly off, and now it makes sense. The doctor told you to rest, and I’m not sure that counts as resting.”
She laughed softly, disturbingly aware that her amusement over his dry tone and ironic expression was real. “Not exactly resting, no. Although honestly I expected something a little less vanilla from you.”
That got a reaction. He arched his eyebrows. “Vanilla?”
“Missionary under the covers?” She leveled him an obvious, teasing challenge with her gaze. “I expected more from you. What happened to your basement of pleasurable torment?”
He laughed, his eyes warm and appreciative, lingering on her face and naked body. “I told you that was only if you asked very nicely.”
Her breath hitched at the husky texture of his voice. She wasn’t going to be upset by this. It was good. It meant he was still interested. He had to keep wanting her, or she would lose her excuse for staying close to him.
“Hmm.” She turned on her side so she was facing him. “Somehow I think you’re the one who’s going to have to ask nicely.”
Her half-seductive, half-challenging tone must have been effective because he was suddenly on top of her, his body big and far too warm, his hand cupping her face. “Little Blossom, I guarantee you’re the one who’s going to be begging for it.”
She forced herself not to roll away from him to hide her reaction, to rehearse all the reasons she had to hate him.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against hers.
“I’ll like it even more when you’re the one who’s begging.”
He was so close his soft laughter wafted against her skin.
She’d almost fallen apart earlier. Tonight had been a minor defeat, but it was not the end of the war.
So Kelly started to harden herself again, preparing herself for what would come next, for what the next days and weeks would hold for her.
She would have to fuck him again and again. She would have to get him to trust her. She would have to convince him to let down his guard enough so she could find and reveal his dark secrets. She would have to make sure she was never this weak again.
There was a truth that the soldiers she’d fucked always told her about going to battle.
The first time was always the worst.
9
The next morningshe woke up feeling better.
The first thing she had to do today was get settled that she could stay with Caleb for the near future. Hopefully he would suggest it again so she could act like she was caving and finally agree.
She couldn’t trust him to bring it up on his own though. Even if he wanted to continue having sex with her, he might not want her to make herself at home at his place indefinitely. But she needed to stay here—as close to him as she could get—and he needed to think it was his idea.
Overnight, she’d come up with an idea, so she got up early, put a bathrobe on over the T-shirt she was still wearing, and quietly walked downstairs.
