Page 99 of A Legal Affair
“Caleb…oh yes.” Her head fell back as his hot, velvety tongue stroked her folds with expert finesse, teasing and sucking, making her moan in mindless ecstasy.
“Fuck, you taste good. I could eat you whole.” He licked deeper into her core, the tip of his tongue circling the slick hood of her clit in a slow, unbearably erotic dance that sent shooting sparks of pleasure through her entire body. He added two fingers to the mix, stroking within her while he sucked her needy clit.
She keened his name, her thighs clamping around his head, fingers clenching in his hair. His tongue plunged deep inside her and curled upward with devastating precision, and she flew apart with a hoarse wail, coming hard against his mouth. Hegroaned huskily, lapping up her cream, licking her clean as The Weeknd crooned, “Give me all of it…”
Gasping and shuddering, she slumped back just as Caleb caught her in his arms and lifted her, bracing her against the wall. She wrapped her still-trembling legs around his hips and clutched his shoulders for support.
He positioned her over him, rubbing his cock along her slit, coating himself in her juices before notching the head to her entrance. He lowered her with aching slowness, an inch at a time, making her bite her lip hard enough to draw blood. When she was full of him, skin to sizzling skin, he lifted her halfway and slammed her back down. Her back arched off the wall and he thrust into her a second time, burying himself impossibly deeper.
She mewled with pleasure, her pussy fluttering and spasming around him.
“Fucking hell, Daniela. You feel so incredible.” Cupping her ass, he seized her mouth in a raw, plundering kiss that made her quake and moan as he began moving.
“Oh yes. Hell yes, Caleb,” she cried, raking her nails down his spine.
He groaned between her lips, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks as he pumped in and out of her in time with the music. Digging her fingers into his back, she closed her eyes and held on for the ride of her life. Andwhata ride it was, every stroke more powerful than the one before, coming harder and faster at a relentless pace that robbed her of breath. Her back slapped the wall, breasts rising and falling rapidly to match the frenzied beat of her heart.
Dragging his lips from hers, Caleb trailed them down her throat, growling the wordmineas he threaded the fingers of one hand through hers, fusing their palms together and holding them against the wall beside her head.
Daniela could feel the scorching fire of their union burning inside her, driving her toward another soul-shattering orgasm. Her head fell back as Caleb rocked his hips once, twice, three more times and then stiffened against her, his grip tightening bruisingly on her ass when they exploded together, their euphoric moans soaring to the high ceiling.
And Daniela knew, with a certainty that brought tears to her eyes, that there would never be another Caleb Thorne for her.
30
Caleb was awakened by his ringing phone.
Groggy and disoriented, he glanced around his large bedroom. Seeing that daylight had barely cracked the sky outside the windows, he frowned. His frown quickly disappeared, however, when his gaze landed on the beautiful woman fast asleep in his arms, her warm, curvy body outlined beneath the heavy covers. She lay curled against him, her hair a tangle of thick black curls on the pillow, her breathing deep and even. As his mind replayed the sizzling night of passion they’d spent together, he grew instantly hard.
His phone rang again, rudely intruding on his steamy recollection. Biting back an expletive, he carefully reached over Daniela and grabbed the phone before it woke her up.
“Hey, Dad,” he mumbled, keeping his voice low.
“Mornin’, son. Hope I didn’t wake you.”
Caleb pushed out a deep breath, laying back on his pillow as his erection deflated. “You did, but don’t worry about it.” He felt a prickle of alarm. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s just fine. The reason I’m calling?—”
“—at the ass crack of dawn,” Caleb interjected dryly.
His father chortled. “The reason I’m calling is to let you know that I’m going out of town this weekend. I’m accompanying Ruth to San Diego to visit her daughter—the oldest one, who’s expecting her first baby. She was admitted to the hospital overnight?—”
“What happened?” Caleb demanded with fresh alarm.
“Well, there’s a possibility she might be going into labor. Given her age, and the fact that she’s only five months along, the doctors don’t want to take any chances. Ruth’s been up half the night worrying. This morning she finally decided to fly out there, but the earliest flight she can get to San Diego won’t be until this evening. So I offered her the private jet, and I’m going along with her to lend some moral support.”
Caleb felt a quiet smile touch his lips. He’d always known that beneath Crandall Thorne’s tough, crusty exterior lay a softie—though it would take nothing short of torture to pry such an admission from his father.
“Anyway,” Crandall continued, “since the ranch will be virtually deserted this weekend—I gave everyone time off for Labor Day—I thought you might want to invite Miss Moreau up for some horseback riding and…whatever else you two decide to get into.”
Caleb held the phone away from his ear and stared at it in amused disbelief. He couldn’t believe that his father—who’d always forbade Caleb from bringing girls to the house when he wasn’t home—was actuallyencouraginghim to use the ranch for a romantic getaway with Daniela. Granted, it had been years since Crandall imposed any sort of rules on him, and now that Caleb was a grown man, he could damn well do as he pleased. Still…it felt weird to be invited to use his father’s home as a trysting spot.
Never mind that the idea had already occurred to him.
“You still there?”
Caleb smiled into the phone. “I’m still here, Dad. Thanks for the offer…I just might take you up on it.”
