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Finally, I pulled away, completely breathless.

“Caleb, I—”

He silenced me with another kiss, his mouth closing over mine, and a wave of longing overcame me. It tingled through all my nerve endings and pooled between my legs, and I sank against him once more, relishing the hard plane of his chest against my breasts.

I wanted to explain—about my sister, about that day, about everything since—to let him know what he was getting into so we could both avoid the inevitable disappointment of parting ways when things became too rough. I wanted to spare myself from the look in his eyes that told me I was a dead weight dragging him down. He obviously had issues he was dealing with—his injury and his stalled career—and adding mine would tip the scales over the edge.

His arms enveloped my slight form as he held me tight against his body, his tongue pushing against my lips. With a sigh, I opened to him, and he devoured. I couldn’t help it, he’d made me drunk with lust, and all I could think about was drowning in the sensation his touch was igniting.

“Jules,” he whispered, his lips hot against my swollen mouth. “Fuck, I want you so much.”

He flexed his groin against my hip, and I could feel the evidence pressing into me. I tensed, my body shivering at the thought of writhing between the sheets with Caleb Carmichael. Sculpted out of pure marble with a heart of gold. Eyes with the depth of a thousand lives and a touch that had already ensnared my heart.

“I need you,” he went on, his words becoming more and more desperate. “So you can’t leave. I have no fucking idea what you’ve done to me, but I see you, Jules.I see you.”

“Don’t break me, Caleb,” I said through a moan. “I…”

His lips traced a line from my mouth, across my cheek, and into the crook of my neck where he sank his teeth lightly into my skin. The pressure sent a bolt of longing right between my legs, zapping me into life. I wriggled in his arms as his tongue laved the spot he’d just bitten, his chest rumbling with a growl that only caused my want to flare hotter.

“You said…” I began, hardly able to catch my breath. “You said you stayed here…”

“Upstairs,” he replied before biting my neck again and pressing his erection against my thigh.

“Take me.” I circled my arms around his neck, wanting nothing more than to kiss him stupid. And all that other stuff… Him inside me. Naked. Sweaty. His mouth on my clit. His tongue all over. His erection slamming to me. The more I melted into him, the dirtier my thoughts became.

Caleb picked me up like I weighed nothing at all, and my legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring my core right above his.

Without a word, he pushed out of the weight room and carried me upstairs, then down the hall to where he kicked open another door.

Untangling myself from him, he lowered me to the ground, his hands tracing up and down my waist.

“I want to lose myself in you,” I whispered, the last wall I’d held between us crumbling. “No one else…”

Caleb’s bright blue eyes darkened, and he grasped the hem of my tank top and pulled it up over my head. Then his thumbs hooked underneath the little crop I wore below and tugged.

Cool air hit my breasts, then warm lips sucked, teeth nipping at each sensitive bud. I moaned, overcome with pleasure as we fell in a heap on the bed. He tore off his shirt before ridding us both of our shoes and shorts. The last parts of the puzzle were his boxer briefs and my black bikini bottoms. The most important part…

Kneeling over me, Caleb, hooked his thumbs under the hem of my underwear and pulled them down, his gaze moving from mine to between my legs. Palming my thighs, he spread me wide, then dove, his tongue laving the length of my seam and his lips closing over my clit. He just…went for it without a second thought.

The sudden burst of pleasure tore a cry from my lips, and I arched my back off the bed, wriggling against his mouth. He moaned, the vibration sending another spark through my body.

“So wet…” he muttered, pulling himself away.

Kneeling over me, he pushed down his boxers, freeing his erection, and for the first time, I saw all of him.

Staring up at him, I saw the gleam in his eyes and knew he was lost to the same sensation I was. Who gave a fuck about our problems, our jobs, our lives…all that mattered for tonight was this. Us, together.Finally.

Hands grasped my knees, and I was dragged across the mattress and spread wide. He slid the head of his cock into me, once then twice before fisting himself and rubbing up and down my seam, circling my clit.

The anticipation was killing me, and I arched my back off the mattress, my breathing short and sharp.

His feet were on the floor, his hands cupped my breasts, his cock was positioned, I was wet and open, and all he had to do was…thrust.

Caleb buried deep, his body joining with mine in a satisfyingslap. I writhed, but his hands kept me down and in place as he drew back and thrust again. He slid in and out of me, my body responding to every little movement. He felt so good, so right. Nothing else mattered.

My fingers found my clit and rubbed as he stroked, and every so often, he grasped my knees and opened me further, dragging me back when the force of his thrusts moved my body away.

All too soon, I felt my orgasm rising, the ebb of pleasure so fierce I couldn’t hold on. I wanted to feel this good forever.