Page 46 of Holiday Star
Caleb wraps his arms around me. His hand burrows into my hair, fingertips massaging the back of my scalp. His other hand trails down and ends on my backside, which he squeezes gently.
Shifting, I move until I’m lying on top of him. My body aligned with his. The pulse of his erection is under my thigh. I grind against it, and he moans into my mouth, “Gwen.” My name is the air that he breathes out. I straddle him until my core is centered over his erection, only the fabric of our clothing separating us. Pressing into him sets off fireworks between my legs.
Caleb tightens his arm around my waist and flips us over so that he’s on top, moving so fast that I gasp. He uses his knee to widen my thighs and settles between them, kissing me relentlessly the entire time.
I hold onto his wide shoulders, my head lifted off the couch to reach his mouth. I want more of him. “Let’s go upstairs to the bedroom,” I rasp out, burning up from the heat of his caress.
He stares down at me, eyes sparkling. “Really?” He understands what the bedroom means.
I laugh at the uncontained glee in his voice. “Yes. Really.”
We rush up the stairs together, holding hands and giggling breathlessly.
I switch on the bedside lamp and set it to dim. He helps me lay down next to him and pulls the covers up over us, protecting me from the chill in the air. Now that we are side by side, staring at each other, I get a little shy, scared he’ll see how much I want him.
“What’s that look for?” he asks, tracing the shape of my lips with his finger. “Having second thoughts?”
I shake my head no. There’s a waver in my voice. “The opposite of second thoughts.”
Caleb grins wide and whispers, “Good.” He leans over me, supporting himself on one elbow as he kisses me, mouth and tongue moving against mine. His lips skim along my jaw and then up to my ear. He gently teases my earlobe with his tongue, the sensation so intensely arousing that it’s almost painful.
With a sudden movement, he presses his nose into my hair and inhales deeply. A soft groan. “Your hair smells so fucking good, like strawberry pie. I’m always smelling it when I think you won’t notice. Every time I do, it makes me want to devour you right then and there. You have no idea the amount of restraint I’ve had to use—”
I cut off his words with a kiss, wanting to demonstrate that he doesn’t have to hold back any longer. As our lips touch, my body arches up to meet him, my chest grazing his. When he sits up to pull his shirt over his head, a greedy little whimper escapes me. He’s gorgeous with his shirt off. My fingers trace his chest, outlining each muscular contour.
“Your turn,” he commands. I dutifully raise my arms over my head, and Caleb strips my pajama shirt off with one quick tug. He gazes hungrily at my naked breasts. “Beautiful,” he murmurs against them, sending ripples of heat through my body. He lavishes kisses across my chest, ending at my nipples, where he firmly sucks and tugs, first the right and then the left.
While he’s working on my breasts with his mouth, his hand scrapes down my abdomen to end between my legs. Maneuvering his way past the waistband of my pajamas, he shoves his hand down my pants. His thumb grazes over my soaked panties, and I barely recognize the moan that slips out of my mouth.
There’s a feral pleasure in his eyes when he feels how wet I am. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I nod manically and lift my hips up so he can shimmy off my pajama pants and underwear. His pants follow, flung onto the floor.
Caleb raises the blankets high over us as he moves back between my legs. He lets the blanket fall until it covers us up to the shoulders, enveloping us in its warm cocoon. His tip rubs against the sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex, gliding easily through my folds. Shamelessly, I raise and lower my hips, letting him stimulate me at that sweet spot.
His mouth is on my neck, hot breath caressing my skin. “Do you have a condom? I didn’t bring any.” A throaty chuckle in the darkness. “Never thought I’d need one when I came here.”
Oh yeah, reality check. I try to rein in the chaos of my desire and concentrate. “There might be some in my toiletries bag in the bathroom.”
Dang it.The last thing I want to do is leave this bed.
“Wait here,” I tell him.
Caleb looks down at his body, stretched out gloriously naked. “Where would I go?” he laughs. My mouth quirks, too.
A quick peck on his lips, and I run to the bathroom.
When I see myself in the mirror, I come to a screeching halt, barely recognizing my reflection. My eyes are feverish. My lips are swollen and red from kissing Caleb. I can’t believe this is me, dependable, predictable Gwen running around the house naked in the middle of the night. Making out with movie stars.
No one would recognize me, and maybe there’s something wrong with me because that thought gives me a thrill. It feels good to be reckless for once. To chase only whatIdesire with no thoughts about anyone else. After all, there’s nothing sensible about wanting Caleb Lawson.
I unzip my bag. Searching through the contents, I push the items I don’t want roughly aside. There, in the very bottom, is a partially used box of condoms left over from when I was sleeping with Jax.
Grabbing them, I rush back to Caleb, slipping under the covers with him.
“They’re pretty old,” I admit as I hand them over. He looks at them suspiciously, then holds the box up to the lamplight and squints at the bottom of it. A low laugh. “Um, Gwen? These are expired.”
I sit up on my elbows and grab the box from him, frowning. “What? Condoms expire?”
A knowing look from Caleb, who apparently is an expert on condoms, something that I don’t want to think about. “They only last two to three years.”
