Page 98 of Untouchable
He tried not to let himself hope since she’d clearly just had a bad dream. But his body was hoping, was throbbing anyway.
“It was”—she began shakily—“it wasintense.”
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
It took Kelly a minute to get herself together enough to explain. “You know I’ve had issues with men in the past.”
Caleb tensed up involuntarily.
She went on, although she must have felt his response. “So sometimes what should just be a nice sexy dream turns into… something else.”
She sounded so small and broken that he dropped any hope of having sex right now. Instead, he rocked her against him. He felt too much to try to say anything since all this was so painfully new to him.
It seemed like he didn’t have to say anything. Kelly whispered, “Thanks, Caleb. I was so relieved to wake up and remember… where I am now.”
It soothed something in his chest, despite his damned aching cock. He kept holding her against him until her shuddering angst had eased up.
And then, before he knew to expect it, her hand started fumbling down between them. Slid under the waistband of his loose pajama pants and closed on his erection.
“Kelly,” he rasped as he felt her cool fingers against his hot flesh.
She pressed against him until his cock was trapped between the pressure of her hand and his lower belly. He sucked in a breath and tried not to buck his hips against her touch.
“I’m sorry I’m so fucked up, Caleb,” she whispered, her palm rubbing firmly up and down his length.
Caleb couldn’t restrain a guttural exclamation of pleasure as his breathing hitched and accelerated. “Kelly,” he forced out. “It’s fine. I’m fucked up enough myself. If you don’t want to—” He had to bite his lip hard as her fingers gently fondled the head of his shaft.
“See,” Kelly began hoarsely. “That’s the thing.”
She released his cock, which made Caleb grunt in disappointment. But then she found one of his hands and guided it down between her legs, after slipping it under the waistband of her underwear.
Caleb grunted again when he realized that she was hot and wet. Feeling a new urgency to the pressure of arousal inside him, he moved his fingers, sliding them against the slick warmth of her pussy.
Kelly sucked in her breath and squirmed insistently against his hand.
“Kelly?” he asked. He had no idea what was going on, and he was almost afraid to hope.
“I’m scared,” Kelly whispered.
Caleb’s hand grew still between her legs, but he couldn’t bring himself to move it away. “What are you scared of?”
He didn’t understand. If only he knew what was scaring her, he could start to make it better.
She reached up to hold on to his shoulders, as if she needed to cling to something. “It’s going to sound stupid.”
He stroked her again, before he could stop himself, making her gasp sharply in pleasure. She was so wet for him—from her dream or from his touch now—that his fingers were coated with her moisture. He didn’t slide a finger inside her, but he rubbed the length of his fingers between the folds of her flesh. She winced in response, grinding her arousal against his hand in naked need.
It felt like ages since he’d pleased her this way.
“Tell me anyway,” he insisted huskily.
Her face twisted reluctantly as her frenzied motion against his hand grew still. She explained in a self-conscious mumble, “It was so intense last time. So real. I’m afraid it’s going to be just as real this time.”
Caleb inhaled at the sudden clench in his heart. He felt an intense surge of understanding, desire, tenderness, pride.
“It… it just scares me.”
He made a rough sound in his throat and pulled her against him with his free arm, his other hand still between her legs,touching her intimately. “Blossom, it was real. It will be real. But you don’t have to be scared. This is the only time it’s ever been real for me too.”
