Page 57 of Untouchable
Those elusive layers he could never reach.
Eventually he pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses down to her neck. She was arching up into his mouth, into his touch, and her obvious need for him reached a tight ball of conflicted need in his own soul.
“Caleb,” she breathed. “Not yet. You haven’t tied my ankles yet.”
He raised his head to meet her eyes, but hers were closed. Her cheeks were flushed, and her head was tossing slightly as if resisting a desire too compelling to fight.
He thought about what she’d said—about how she never wanted to feel dependent, about how she couldn’t trust anyone enough to give up control.
But she was doing so now. With him.
Submitting completely.
The knowledge pulsed in his chest as powerfully as it pulsed in his cock.
He moved to the bottom of the bed.
He lifted up one of her small feet. He kissed the toes and the sensitive skin on the curve of the arch. Her breath hitched audibly when he licked her instep with a flick of his tongue.
He returned her foot to the mattress and stretched the cord around her ankle and then around the post of the footboard. Silently he finished with her other foot, completely securing her to the bed.
Now she was spread-eagled on his expensive sheets. Naked, vulnerable, entirely open to him.
He had to close his eyes against the image of her strong, beautiful body in this helpless position, or he would lose the control he had remaining. His excitement must be obvious to her since he was wearing nothing but his underwear.
“What do you want me to do?” Caleb asked hoarsely, not yet touching her. For no good reason, his heart was pounding so violently that he was sure she could hear it.
He had no idea how they’d even gotten here when all he’d had in mind was quiet sex under the covers.
Kelly looked at him with those wide, unfathomable eyes, her hair spread out around her face like some kind of damaged halo.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He moved over her, covering her supple body with his. “Tell me what to do,” he murmured, his lips hovering over her face. She seemed on the edge of something, and he was suddenly afraid of what would happen if she fell over it.
“No. That’s not how this works. You get to do whatever you want to me.”
It was an act of trust—or should have been. She was offering her body to him, allowing him total control, complete power. But it didn’t feel like trust to Caleb.
It was something else entirely.
And Caleb still didn’t know what that was.
But he was fully erect, his arousal like a throbbing, aching presence on his body. And Kelly was the woman he’d been having sex with for two weeks. She was asking him to take her.
It wasn’t like he was going to refuse.
He knew she wasn’t ready for him to enter her yet, so he didn’t even bother checking to be sure. Instead, he kissed her some more, gently at first, but then his desire took over and the kiss became hungry and urgent.
When he felt her start to run out of breath, he pulled away and licked his way down her neck, spending a little time on the pulse in her throat. Through his tongue on her skin, he could feel that her heart was beating as erratically as his was.
He reached her breasts. As he played with her nipples—one with his mouth and the other with his fingers—he heard her breathing grow heavier, and she started to make little whimpers and moans.
He loved the sounds she made when he touched her, loved knowing that he could have that effect on her. Sometimes it felt like she was resisting how he made her feel but the desire was too strong for her overcome. It was like an addiction, knowing she wanted him so much.
He wanted her so intensely at this point that it was all he could do to keep from lifting her hips and driving himself into her hot, tight pussy. He started to say something—easy, seductive words to intensify her pleasure, the kind he’d always been good at—but he wasn’t confident of his ability to form coherent thoughts.
He concentrated on pleasing her, gave her breasts some more attention, then scooted down to her lower body, parting her thighs to make room for his shoulders.
