Page 66 of Make Your Shot
Heat creeps up my neck, spreading across my cheeks as I can feel his eyes staring at me though the fogged glass. Can he see my hand between my legs? Does he know I was thinking about him and touching myself?
I slowly pull my hand away, ignoring the throbbing between my legs. “What are you doing out there?”
He’s silent for a moment. “What are you doing in there?” He counters, his voice gruff.
I swallow roughly, my face burning. “Showering.”
“Don’t lie to me, pup,” he says, his voice low.
“I—” My voice catches, heat coursing through my veins as my clit throbs, desperate for attention. “I was just washing my body.”
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice rough. He pushes away from the counter, stepping closer to the door. “From where I’m standing, it looked like your hand was lingering between your legs.”
My heart pounds erratically against my ribcage.
“Were you touching yourself?”
I inhale sharply, goose bumps erupting over my skin.
“Who were you thinking about while your hand was between your legs?”
I swallow again, my nostrils flaring. “You,” I admit.
He groans, the sound subtle, yet I feel the way it vibrates against my eardrums. “Tella’s asleep,” he tells me, his voice low. “Come to my room when you’redone,” he says, desire woven into his words. “And don’t touch yourself anymore.”
My heart skips a beat, my stomach doing another flip as moisture builds between my legs and it isn’t from the water rushing down my body.
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
He doesn’t say another word before he slips out of the bathroom. His words echo in my brain and I quickly rinse the soap from my body and the conditioner from my hair before getting out. My movements are rushed as I dry my body and my hair, running my hair brush and products through the long strands.
Anticipation builds in the pit of my stomach and I exit the bathroom, not bothering to change into any clothes as I clutch my towel around my body and pad down the hallway to Caleb’s room.
His door is left ajar and I slowly push it open, slipping into the darkness of his room before I close it behind me. He stands across the room, the top half of his body is naked and his arms hang by his sides as he stares out the window at the night sky.
I take a few steps into his room, pausing to watch him for a moment, drinking in the sight of him as the moon casts its light across his body. He slowly turns around to face me, his eyes raking up and down the length of my body.
“Come here,” he murmurs, his voice gentle, yet demanding as his gaze fixes on mine from across the room.
My heart quickens and my feet immediately move without my command, closing the distance between usuntil I’m standing directly in front of him. He dips his chin, staring down at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine as his breathing picks up.
Lifting a hand, he slides it along the side of my face, fingers diving through my damp hair as he moves to cup the back of my head. “It feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to touch you,” he breathes, his face dipping down to mine. “It’s been utter torture.”
“So stop wasting time,” I breathe, his mouth sweeping across mine. “Touch me, Caleb.”
A low groan sounds in his throat just as his lips crash into mine. He kisses me slowly at first, his lips soft and gentle against mine as he breathes me in. There’s a tenderness, as if he’s caressing my tongue with his own. Like he’s afraid he might break me.
And then I reach for his hand, covering it with my own as I lift it to the top of my towel. His moan vibrates through my body as I use his hand and tug on the fabric, letting it fall away from my body and to the floor.
His hesitation vanishes and his hand drops down to my hip, pulling my body flush against his and kissing me with an intensity that has my core melting.
He holds me close to his body, mouths fused together as he spins me around. His leg presses between mine as he pushes me backward until the backs of my legs meet his bed. Sliding his hand around my lower back, he guides me down onto the bed, shifting me to the center of the mattress.
His mouth leaves mine and we’re both breathless as he stares down at me. His eyes search mine as a fireburns brightly in his irises. His lips part as if he’s going to say something, emotion washing over his expression, his eyebrows tugging together. A ragged breath escapes him and his mouth drops back to mine again.
There’s something else lingering in his kiss this time. Something deeper than the lust, deeper than the desire. He doesn’t give me the chance to try and decipher it as his tongue swipes across my lips and then he’s pulling away again.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, fingers trailing down the length of my body as he slowly lifts himself off the bed. “I can’t get enough of you, pup.” He lets out a ragged breath as he walks around the side of the bed, his fingers trailing along the insides of my thighs. “You’re all I think about. All I see. And seeing you like this...I’m fairly certain you’re going to be my undoing.”
