Page 64 of Even If the Sky is Falling
“Well, now I really want to know.”
My breath catches when he slides a hand up the back of the sweater I’m wearing. When he scrapes his teeth over my shoulder, I gasp. He returns to my neck. This time, there’s tongue with his kiss. I have to grip his shoulder to steady myself, it’s disorienting in the best way.
“Tell me,” he growls against my skin. “Please.”
I nod and press my eyes shut in an attempt to focus against the heat and pleasure flashing across my body.
“When you were undressing to give me your hoodie to wear, I was picturing you naked, how your body looked,” I admit in a shaky voice. “My, um, my mouth was watering at the thought of kissing you and doing other filthy things to you.”
His lips stretch against the side of my collarbone. My stomach does a double flip.
“You think I’d get upset that a beautiful woman was fantasizing about me?”
He dusts one last kiss on my collarbone. Then he leans back to look me in the eye. “That’s one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me.”
Hearing him admit all that is instant comfort. I bite back what I’m sure is the cheesiest grin on earth and begin to unbutton the top of his flannel. He follows my lead, quickly taking the bottom buttons. When I push the fabric off his shoulders, I nearly choke. His actual body puts to shame the body I’ve been fantasizing about. Hard lines run the length of his broad torso. It’s all firm, unyielding mass. I tally six ab muscles before running my fingers through his chest hair.
“Whoa.” I cover my face with my hands when I realize I’ve said it out loud.
Soft, firm flesh encases both of my wrists. Gently, I’m pulled away and meet his amused face.
“Um, your body is...just...holy hotness,” I say.
I stammer as I try to blame all the bourbon I’ve consumed for my inability to form the necessary words, but Caleb just shakes his head and smiles.
“Stop. It’s sexy when you talk like that.”
He slides me off his lap, then stands to unzip his jeans. When he steps out of them, I’m greeted with tree trunk legs and the impressive length between them.
My mouth falls open even as I’m smiling.
“Hopefully you’re not disappointed,” Caleb says above me.
I jerk my head up to look at him. “Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous.”
That familiar pink flush appears on his neck and cheeks again, a perfect complement to his adorably shy smile.
He reaches down and pulls me up to stand with him, then kisses me. This time, it’s so slow, so sweet. He parts my lips open with his tongue and in no time we fall into a teasing, filthy rhythm, just like before. Our tongues play and tangle. He leads with an urgent rhythm I can just keep up with. Smiling against his mouth, I have to remind myself to breathe.
Soon I’m clawing at the hoodie I’m wearing like a rabid animal. I need to be naked with him, I need to feel his skin hot and slick and writhing against me.
The vibrations of his chuckle tickle my mouth.
“Here.” He takes over, gently yet quickly unzipping it.
As I stand totally nude in front of him, my heartbeat picks up. It’s been a long while since I’ve been naked in front of someone and the nerves inside of me are starting to crackle.
But then I take in Caleb’s hungry stare, how he looks giddy and shocked at once. Those hazel eyes drink me in in a slow gaze that starts from my chest and falls all the way to my feet. He stammers at first, which makes me feel like a goddess.
“You’re stunning, Jocelyn.”
I reach up, tug my hand at the back of his head and pull him down to me. Our lips crash together, and I can barely breathe. His grip falls to my waist, leading me to sit on the couch.
“Oh wait!” I step out of his embrace, then lean over the couch, yank away the cushions, then pull out the sofa bed. I toss the blanket over it along with the fuzzy throw pillows, then hold my arms out. “Ta-da!”
He grins at the bed before turning back to me. “That’s perfect for what I have planned.”
“And what’s that?”
