Page 61 of Holiday Star
I’ll never tire of hearing, or saying, that word.
Not when it’s with Caleb.
As we sway to the music, he kisses me slowly, thoroughly exploring every inch of my mouth. The imprint of his lips against mine burns like I’ve kissed the sun.
“We’re really doing this?” I pull apart and ask, my eyes locked on his. “You and me? Together? Promise?”
A kiss to my forehead, his lips silk soft. “Promise. You and me. Always.”
More kisses as his hand rubs circles in the small of my back before sliding down to my backside, which he squeezes tight, pressing my lower body flush against his. Arousal swirls low in my abdomen, a tingle growing in my core. I marvel at how it only takes a few kisses and a touch from him and already I’m so turned on.
I’m not the only one feeling our attraction. When I push closer, his erection, hard and throbbing, digs into my hip. The knowledge that I can spark this level of need in him lights a fire deep within me, hot enough to burn the whole house down.
“Another present for me?” I joke lightly, my hand coming between us to stroke his length.
Caleb laughs too, but as I quicken the motion, his breath stutters and his eyes slide closed in pleasure. Still moving to the beat of the music, he walks me backward until I hit the couch and my knees crumple. He sits down next to me, his hand cupping my cheek as he tells me, “Best Christmas ever.”
“I agree. Best Christm—” I say, losing my focus because Caleb is kissing the tender skin on the inside of my wrist now. There’s heat building deep in me, melting my thoughts away like candle wax. “Best Christmas,” I try, but again lose my train of thought as his mouth runs over my elbow and up to my shoulder.
“How is your skin so soft?” he asks as he bites my shoulder gently.
His kisses travel up my neck, stirring desire everywhere he touches. Stanzas from his song drift through my mind.
My lips against yours.
We kiss, and our tongues brush.
I breathe him in. He breathes me out.
Caleb slides down my body, his hands leading the way for his mouth until he’s kneeling on the floor before me. With one hand, he presses me back until I lay semi-reclined on the couch. He stares at me unblinking as he pushes my dress slowly, seductively, up my legs until it’s above my thighs. He only breaks that stare for a split second as he peels my underwear off and drops it to the floor.
Softly, he kisses the tender flesh of my inner thigh, trailing his velvet lips ever closer to my center. I gasp when his mouth comes to rest between my legs, his clever tongue caressing my most sensitive skin, as I sink deeper into the cushions.
Within minutes, he’s got me breathing in ragged gasping pants, my fingers weaving through his hair as I urge him on. Each lick and suck heightens my pleasure. His soft lips caress me. He inserts his fingers, first one and then two, pumping them slowly inside of me, timed to the rhythm of his mouth. My arousal rises to a point that’s almost painful as Caleb continues his sensual onslaught.
Legs shaking, my hips tilt and lift, synchronizing to his touch. It feels so good, each swipe of his tongue and stroke of his fingers. My mind is unraveling along with my body, until I lose all sense of time, all sense of self. I’m nothing more than a bundle of nerves. A body to be surrendered to this unending pleasure.
Caleb picks up his pace and I buck under him, fighting, trying to find my way to climax. He places one hand on my stomach to pin me down and halt my wild thrashing. “Caleb,” I moan his name, my heartbeat ringing like church bells in my ears.
My hands tighten in his hair, gripping hard as he devours me. His mouth is firm and warm on that bundle of nerves, moving over and over, right where I need him. I catch the sensation of pleasure and put all my focus on it. With each touch, it grows larger and larger until it overwhelms me, and I orgasm, my body shuddering, wringing out all that built-up tension. A kaleidoscope of colors flashes behind my closed eyes.
Once I’m spent, Caleb climbs back up me. He kisses my temple tenderly, then pulls away to gaze at me, the flames of desire blazing brightly in his eyes.
“You’ve bewitched me,” he says.
I’ve fallen under your spell.
He’s calling me a witch, but seconds later when he enters me and my body responds just as eagerly as it did the first time we made love, I understand that whatever enchantment there is between us flows both ways. I have spellbound him, but he has done the same to me. No matter what our future holds, it’s irrevocable.
He’s mine, and I’m his.
35
It’s early Christmas morning, the dawn only recently arrived. We had moved up to the master bedroom after making love on the couch last night. I’m awake, worrying about what will happen next. Tomorrow, I go back to New York.
Just one more day to spend with Caleb.
One more night to tattoo his love onto my skin, so I never forget.
