again, he stretched her arms above her head. “Keep your hands here,” he demanded.
“And if I don’t?” She jerked against his hold.
He smiled and ducked his head. He captured a nipple between his teeth and tugged until she cried out. He soothed the reddened nub with the tip of his tongue. “Mmm, I could pleasure you for hours without giving you release.”
She sucked in a breath. “You wouldn’t.” Her hips moved against his leg, her body clearly game for whatever he had in mind.
“Oh, but I would. Make no mistake about it.” He traced his fingertips across her skin, pleased when it erupted with tiny bumps. “So soft. So responsive.”
“Yeah, well … it’s been a while.”
He smirked. “At least a few hours, right?”
Her shocked expression melted into a smile that was pure innocence. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Is that a fact?” Caleb pressed kisses to her neck, working his way from her ear to her collarbone. “Then what was all that moaning I heard earlier?”
Samantha lifted her head and bit into his shoulder. “You know, orgasms make the best sleeping pills.”
“Is that so?” He traced his tongue over the swell of her breast. “I think we should test that theory. What’s your recommended dosage, doc?”
“At least two. Maybe three.” She cocked a brow when he raised his gaze. “You up for it?”
He pressed his hard length against her. “Oh, I’m up, sugar. I’m definitely up.”
Her breath hitched and she arched her hips. “I hope you have enough condoms.”
Caleb chuckled as he tipped his chin toward her hands, giving her a final warning. “Keep those there.” He eased off the bed, taking a moment to enjoy the view.
Rich auburn hair framed her face and spilled over the sheets like a dream. Blue eyes, lazy with desire stared back at him, tempting him with open invitation.
Her lips, red and swollen from his kisses, curled up into a sultry smile. “How long are you going to make me wait?”
Caleb stomped the urge to take her then and there. He didn’t know if he’d have this opportunity again, and he wasn’t going to waste it. When he was finished, she’d know what it meant to share his bed, if only for a night. She thought to go on with her life, but her body would remember his touch.
He’d make sure of it.
“Just enjoying the view. Get used to it. Before we are through, there won’t a place left on your body that I’m not intimately familiar with.”
Her arms flexed as she gripped the sheets, but she never broke eye contact. “Take me then. I’m wet, Caleb. I’m ready for you. Wouldn’t you like to see what you’ve done to me?”
His cock jerked in powerful demand. In testing her, he’d test his own restraint. If she kept talking like that, he wouldn’t last another five minutes.
He leaned over and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. She arched her hips and in one smooth movement, he pulled them from her legs and tossed them aside.
Dark red curls formed a strip on her mound, ending abruptly at the top of her slit, leaving her sex bare and glistening. His mouth watered as he imagined plunging his tongue deep in her core, feeling that silky smoothness against his face, lapping at her juices until he was drunk on her.
Mesmerized, he trailed a finger over the wet lips of her pussy. “Perfect.”
* * *
Two or three orgasms?
What had she been thinking? She’d never had multiple orgasms. Of course, most of the men she’d been with hadn’t been worth the effort. Something told her Caleb Martin could change all that.
Samantha held her breath and willed herself not to come as his fingers teased over her mound.
Sweet mercy, he’d hardly touched her and she could already feel the telltale signs of an orgasm tightening in her belly. She needed to get hold of herself. After endless nights dreaming of having Caleb in her bed, she wasn’t going to spoil her chance to enjoy him by finishing too soon.
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