Page 71 of Untouchable
But she couldn’t seem to make herself think that way.
She accepted his weight for a minute, until emotion burned in her throat, in her chest. She poked him in the shoulder.
“You all right?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” he breathed with a huff of ironic, self-deprecating amusement.
“The condom,” she reminded him, feeling his cock softening inside her.
With an agonized moan, he pulled off her, leaving her body feeling cold and shaky.
While he took care of the condom, she grabbed a soft throw and pulled it over her nakedness. She was rarely embarrassed or self-conscious by her unclothed body, but she felt strange and vulnerable at the moment and was hoping the blanket would help.
When Caleb returned, he’d fastened his pants again, leaving his shirt untucked. He lowered himself onto the sofa, slouching against the back of it. Kelly was perfectly comfortable curled up in a ball under the throw, but she didn’t resist when Caleb reached out and pulled her against him, draping his arm around her.
Truth be told, she really liked the way he was holding her.
He was silent for so long that Kelly felt anxious and unsettled. Finally she asked, “You’re not going to beat yourself up, are you?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “It wasn’t my most impressive performance.”
She shrugged. “Felt pretty good to me. I have no complaints.”
He gave her an impatient look.
She didn’t try to convince him any further. If he wanted to believe his performance had been a flop, she wasn’t going to go out of her way to persuade him otherwise.
It gave her a different kind of advantage, at least temporarily, and she needed every advantage she could get.
They sat together for a long time, and neither said anything. But Caleb didn’t pull away, and that really surprised her.
She just couldn’t figure out what was going on with him. The sex had obviously been real. His desire for her must be real. And he was definitely softening to her. But everything else—she had no idea.
“Why won’t you let me go down on you?” he asked with no warning or segue.
She was so surprised she gave a little jump, until he settled her beside him again. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. You don’t want me to go down on you. I was wondering why.”
She wasn’t ready for this conversation. She felt too vulnerable from her conflicted feelings, and she needed some time to recover emotionally before she could tell good lies again. All she could manage was a little shrug.
“Tell me.”
“Is it something everyone is supposed to like?”
“I don’t know. Maybe not. But you won’t even let me try.”
He wasn’t whining or complaining. His tone was slow, thoughtful, putting clues together to solve a mystery.
It was terrifying since she wasn’t sure what he might discover about her in the pursuit. He could expose her damaged soul.
“It’s just not my thing.”
“How do you know? Has anyone gone down on you before?”
She had no idea how he’d known to ask that question, but she was trembling slightly so she pulled out from under his arm. “Of course,” she lied. “I’m twenty-seven, and I’ve had a lot of sex. You think I’ve made it this long without oral sex?”
“You’re lying to me,” he murmured, his gaze seeing far more than it should. “You’ve never done it before.”
