Page 40 of The Agent
“I’m not wooing.” His voice cracked, much to his dismay. “I mean it, sweetheart, you’re amazing. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met.” Caleb cupped her breasts through the fabric of her top, fondling them gently, then moved one hand down to her stomach. “And the sexiest.”
A pretty flush rose on her cheeks. “Now you’re talking crazy.”
He slid his hand under her tank top. Circled her belly button with his index finger, then stroked his way between her legs. “No,” he disagreed. “It’s true. You’re sexy, Marley, so unbelievably sexy.”
She gasped when he pushed aside the crotch of her panties and began to prod and tease her damp folds. She was more than ready for him, but he toyed with her for a few more seconds, drawing a series of soft, anxious purrs from her throat. Finally, when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he withdrew his finger, covered himself with the condom she produced from her purse, and thrust his cock inside her. They released simultaneous groans, pressing their foreheads against each other for a moment. And then Marley started to move.
She rode him furiously, while he dug his fingers into her waist and moved his hips to meet each frantic motion. Something primal unraveled inside him, a wild and inexplicable need to claim her, to push deep into her and show her it was where he belonged.
Where hewantedto belong.
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, watching the pleasure seep into her face.
She moaned again. Sagged into his chest and pressed her lips to his neck as she moved over him. Caleb wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. The feel of her full breasts crushed against his chest made his heart rate soar. He could feel her heart, too, thudding against his pecs. What was happeningto him? This was more than sex…this was… Lord, he didn’t even know what it was. He just knew that he never wanted it to end.
He growled when her teeth captured his earlobe, and gave a deep upward thrust that had his knees knocking against the steering wheel. It was a reminder of their surroundings, and he urged her to move faster, to send them both over the edge.
“Come for me, Marley.” The words squeezed out between gasps. “Now, sweetheart.”
Their joint release was fast, but oh, so sweet. An intense rush of pleasure spiraled through him, scorching his nerve endings, as Marley convulsed in his arms. She whimpered as waves of orgasm rocked through her, and he held her tight, riding it out with her.
“Like I said,” she murmured, her breath hot against his neck. “You turn me on hard and fast.” She paused. “You called me sweetheart.”
“I did?” When she nodded, he swallowed a lump of unease. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomf—”
“I liked it,” she cut in. “It’s the first term of endearment you’ve given me. It was…nice.”
Nice? More like scary as hell. He’d called her sweetheart without even noticing it. He’d made love to her in a car, in public, where anyone could have walked up and ambushed them. Including Grier.
Oh, Christ, and he’d just mentally referred to what had happened between them as making love.
He was in deep, deep trouble.
Caleb stared at Marley as she gingerly climbed out of his lap and slipped back into her shorts. She looked happy and aroused and so outrageously beautiful his heart ached.
He couldn’t tell her the truth. Not now.
He’d do it tomorrow.
Just one more night with her, that’s all he wanted. One more night to hold her and kiss her and lose himself in the sweetness that poured out of her.
He’d tell her the truth tomorrow.
* * *
FOR THE SECOND MORNINGin a row, Marley woke up with a smile on her face. Next to her, Caleb was sprawled on his stomach again, and a rush of pleasure flooded her as she admired his long, lean body. He was fully naked, and she couldn’t take her eyes off his strong, back and firm ass.
Was it possible to want someone this much? They’d had sex numerous times yesterday, including a hot session at four in the morning, when Caleb had roused her from slumber with his tongue between her legs. Yet each time she looked at him, she craved him again.
A twinge of discomfort pulsed in her belly as she realized there was more than craving going on here. She was developing feelings for Caleb.
She hadn’t wanted to analyze her actions of the past week, but it was getting hard not to. Having sex with him in a car, in broad daylight, was one thing, but bringing him home to meet her father? Strolling down the beach with him?
Those things had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with…with what? A relationship?
She gulped. Well, whyshouldn’tshe want a relationship with him? He was an amazing lover, a great listener. He was smart, he made her laugh with that subtle, dry humor of his. Heck, he could even cook, which he’d proved last night when he’d fixed dinner for the two of them.
Then again, Patrick had been all of those things, too.
