Page 86 of Untouchable
The bitterest kind of irony. That Caleb was trying to be human for the first time in years—with the woman who was supposed to destroy him.
She couldn’t think through that reality though. All she could do was feel. “I want all of you,” she gasped, letting her heels drop to the floor as the ripples of pleasure spiraled out from his touch.
He released another low groan and slowly slid her skirt down over her hips and legs until she was naked except for her underwear. His gaze devoured her, and she wanted it. She wanted the hot possession in his gaze, the awe, the tenderness, all mingled together in the way he looked at her now. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmured. “You can surrender it all to me.”
She couldn’t. And yet she couldn’t help it. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed his way down her belly.
Adjusting his body lower on the bed, Caleb spread her legs open a little bit. “All of it,” he said again. He lifted one of her legs and started trailing kisses down the sensitive inside of one of her calves.
Making a choked sound, Kelly suddenly realized what he wanted to do. “Caleb?” Her heart started to pound erratically, even as her pussy tightened in excitement.
His eyes were focused on her face, as his head descended toward her thighs. When his mouth had passed her knees, the fear intensified, what it would mean if she let him follow through with the promise on his face. “Caleb, I don’t know.”
He raised his head to meet her eyes. “You can trust me, Blossom. You can surrender. I’m not going to let you down. Let me prove it to you.”
She didn’t want him to prove it. She was so afraid of what would happen once he had. But she also desperately neededwhat he was offering her. And the impossible clash between the two feelings somehow embodied the whole of who she was.
“I’m more than the man you think I am,” Caleb said after a moment. “Let me show you.”
He wasn’t touching her now, wasn’t seducing her into changing her mind. If he had been, she could have resisted—in heart, if not in body. He was waiting for her, asking a real question, for the moment, completely vulnerable.
And it broke down the last of her defenses.
She nodded, tried to speak over the lump in her throat. “Show me.”
Caleb moved up to kiss her mouth, slowly and deeply, and his hand slid down between her thighs.
When he finally pulled out of the kiss, he met her eyes and said, “I don’t want you to hold anything of yourself back anymore.”
He kissed her again, and then moved down over her throat and to her breasts, flicked his tongue over her nipple.
Kelly exhaled deeply and tried to relax. He was slow and gentle—unusually so—and soon her body was reacting the way it always did when she let herself enjoy his touch.
He hadn’t tried to move lower than her belly button, so Kelly didn’t tense up when he mouthed her shuddering belly, his hands fondling her breasts as she arched up into his caress. She was deeply aroused and overwhelmed by far more than the physical sensations.
Caleb’s lips trailed even lower, until they were brushing against the delicate skin between her thighs. He glanced up, giving her a questioning look.
She nodded mutely, her throat too constricted to speak.
He nudged her thighs open a little wider, and Kelly bent her legs and drew them up toward her body to give him better access. She felt oddly vulnerable in this position, which wasridiculous. Countless men had seen her pussy over the years, most of them strangers and none of them trying to please her as Caleb was now.
She stretched her arms out beside her and clutched again at the duvet, staring down at Caleb’s head between her legs.
He kissed the skin of her inner thigh, making her shiver. Next, he stroked her belly in a firm, warm massage. He shifted on the mattress and licked a light trail along the inside of her other thigh.
His eyes were still on her face, even as he was pressing a wet kiss on the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. He seemed to be breathing deeply, and she saw something ignite in his eyes.
She had to look away. Didn’t want to think about what that might mean—that he’d picked up on her arousal.
“Tell me you want me this way,” he said.
“I do. Caleb, I do.”
He started nuzzling her gently.
Kelly gasped at the first contact but kept her thighs open for him. She breathed as deeply as she could and forced her mind away from who was doing this to her. She gasped again when Caleb licked a line along her warm flesh and then held her open with his fingers. He dipped his tongue quickly into her channel. Discovering the moisture pooled there, he flicked up a little higher, finding her clit and jostling it a few times with his tongue.
At the direct stimulation, Kelly felt a jolt of urgent pleasure shoot through her. Her back arched up off the bed dramatically, and she cried out with an incoherent sound.
