Page 63 of Even If the Sky is Falling
And then I do exactly that. I press my lips against his, relishing the feel of his soft, warm skin against mine. We move slowly at first, our mouths barely opening, our tongues lightly touching and teasing, like we’re testing out how exactly we want this to go. It’s soft and slow for the first minute, but soon I’m straddling Caleb’s lap and his hands are gripping my waist.
I moan into his mouth and feel him smile against me. When he shifts slightly, the couch cushion dips and I slide an inch toward him. The weighty presence of his body is the biggest turn-on. I bet I’d feel even smaller and more delicate lying underneath him, his physique a shield of muscle over me.
As our kisses gain in intensity, I get handsier. He does too. Now I’m tugging at his hair, which he loves judging by the way he moans every time I do it. The sound of rustling fabric mingles with our pants and groans. It manages to drown out the nerves popping off inside of me. I was confidence incarnate when I grabbed his face, called him hot and started kissing him. But even now as we go at it, it’s almost too much. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d ever live out such a fantasy scenario. Here I am, trapped in my basement having the hottest make out of my life with a sexy contractor I’ve known for a handful of hours. Straightlaced, rule-follower me has never, ever done something so bold, so sexy. I can hardly believe it. My brain can barely process this too-good-to-be-true scenario.
Leaning back, I rest my hand on his toned chest and break our kiss.
Our gazes lock as our chests rise and fall with each breath we take.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I just need to catch my breath.”
Eyes closed, he leans his forehead against mine. “Good idea.”
I have to close my eyes too. Even looking at him for very long has my nerves crackling. He’s too handsome, too sexy, too sweet, too perfect, and if I think too hard about any of this, I’ll freak myself out or...
Just then he leans away, but only enough so that we can make eye contact.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I guess I’m just kind of blown away. This isn’t how I thought the day would go, with me making out with my super handsome contractor. But hey, I guess I’m down to get a bit wild when the world is ending.” I wince. “Sorry, that’s kind of morbid.”
A throaty laugh falls from his thick lips.
“I get what you mean. I don’t do this sort of thing either. But we can just go with it though. We don’t have to think about anything other than how good this feels—as long as we both want it.”
With his softly spoken words, every warring nerve inside my body halts. Warmth hits. It’s as soothing as it is arousing.
“Do you want this, Jocelyn?” His thighs tense under my own thighs, and I nearly whimper. I nod.
He cups his hands over my cheeks and I take in his cloudy gaze, how his inky pupils have doubled in size ever since we started touching and kissing, how his breath is so ragged it sounds like he’s sprinted a 5K.
“Do you want me, Jocelyn? I want to hear you say it. Please.”
His rasped words make me ache. I flex my thighs, relishing the way my clit is already pulsing.
“I want this. I want you, Caleb.”
The corner of his mouth hooks up. It gives his half smile a naughty gleam. “I want you too.”
Soft fingers land under my chin, pulling my lips back to his and we resume that breathless kiss from a minute ago.
“I’ve been trying not to stare at you this whole time,” he says against my lips. “You’re just so stunning.”
I smile, glowing from the inside out. “I’ve been trying not to mentally undress you this whole time.”
He chuckles.
“It would probably freak you out if you knew the filthy thoughts I was having about you hours ago,” I confess.
“Try me.”
There’s a faint growl in his voice, like he’s trying like hell to keep his voice under control. He shouldn’t though. That’s exactly what I want: his guard down and his inhibitions gone.
I shake my head against his, and he opens his eyes. “I don’t know if I can say. It’s too embarrassing.”
He lowers his face to my neck and presses a feathery, lips-only kiss to the spot of skin that meets my shoulder. I moan through a shiver.
