SASSY IN STILETTOS ARe version (21 page)

Her full lips formed an
O
.
He tugged her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. “You all right
with this? We can stop at any time if you’re not.”

“Y-yeah.” She licked her lips.

Caleb set the wine glass on the bedside table. When
he turned to pull her toward him, his hands shook a little. What the hell was
wrong with him? He’d already slept with her once. She wanted him too. Her
pupils dilated, and she licked her lips nervously.

Stepping in front of her, Caleb let his hands span
her waist, bringing her flush against him. She gasped, and her eyes snapped to
his. The thundering of his heartbeat was all he could hear as he focused on her
parted lips.

He dipped his head, kissing her softly. Immediately,
she sighed into his mouth and wound her hands into the hair at the nape of his
neck. She sucked his tongue into her hot, wet mouth, and Caleb forgot for a
moment that he was supposed to be taking things slow. Focusing on drawing this
out. He only wanted to keep tasting her.

While she tried to wrestle control of the kiss
from him, his hands fisted in the material of her tight skirt, and he tugged
up. Her sudden shocked intake of breath was all he needed to take control
again. He lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around him, but he didn’t
deposit her on the bed. Instead, he turned them to the door and braced her
against it. “
Tsk, tsk
, Micha, I thought we discussed
the whole control thing.”

“You discussed. I’m not sure I completely agree
with you.”

She used his shoulders as leverage and arched her
body so that her slick heat met the bulge in his slacks. She worked her hips in
a figure eight, and Caleb’s eyes crossed. She knew how to move her body. Knew
how to work him over. “Micha.” Her name was more grunt than English. Lust chased
desire along his nerve endings. He had to find a way to gain control again.
Show her how it could be if she just worked with him once.

He reluctantly removed her hands from the nape of
his neck and lifted them above her head as he encircled them. “You’re a very
naughty girl, Micha. Are you going back on our deal, or can you let me be in
control?” He licked at her lips and very deliberately, he slid his cock against
the satin undies that blocked his path to bliss.

She hissed. “Caleb. I want you inside me. I don’t
care who’s in control.”

The hell she didn’t. “Look at me, Micha.”

Her lids fluttered open, and her pupils were
dilated. As he kissed her again, his body rocked against hers, and she met
every movement of his hips with her own. “You want me to take you like this? Hard
and fast and up against the wall?”

“I don’t care how you take me.”

“Hm.” He nuzzled her neck as he slipped his hand
under her blouse. When his palm closed over the full globe, they both moaned. Her
breasts were so full and firm. So soft and responsive.

“Caleb, please.”

He kissed her again deeply. Savoring the flavor of
the wine on her tongue. Sucking on it until she moaned and her body started to
rock into his in a steady rhythm. She fought his grip on her wrists, but he
held her firm.

Slowly, he backed away from the kiss. Releasing
her hands, he steadied her by the waist and set her back on the floor. Her eyes
went wide with questions, but she didn’t say anything. Merely followed his
silent command, and he turned her around. Skimming his hands over the flesh of
her arms, he positioned her palms against the door. He took his time, shimming
her flesh. When his hands reached the buttons on her blouse, she stiffened.

Slowly, he popped each button from its tiny loop.
With each one he released, she puffed out a small breath, then finally exhaled
completely when he had her blouse fully open. He peeled the fine silk off her
shoulder, kissed the soft skin of her back as the material fell away. Her skin
was so satin smooth; he could do nothing but touch it and never get bored.

“Caleb, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking care of you.”

When he unhooked her bra, she groaned. He didn’t
let her bring down her hands so he couldn’t remove it. Instead, he skimmed his
hands up her torso, palming the soft globes and gently massaging. Her legs
started to quiver when the massage turned from relief to sensual tease. Gently,
he plucked the pebbled tips, and she dropped her forehead against the door.

“You’ll have to forgive me, but I’ve had a mild
obsession with your breasts since I first saw you. I have no doubt spent
countless hours thinking about how they would taste, what the weight of them
would be like in my palms, how sensitive they were, if you would mind a little
teeth when I sucked on you.”

Her breath came out ragged and sharp. “Caleb. I
can’t. You’re killing me.”

He plucked the tight buds again. “If you want me
to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

He continued to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses
across her shoulders and the back of her neck as he played.

When she started to rotate her hips back against
him, he swore and gritted his teeth at the red haze of lust clouding his
vision. Dropping his hands to her hips, he stayed them. “I won’t be hurried or
rushed. We have all night, and I intend to make it count.”

“This is torture.”

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled.

Her firm ass, barely covered in some kind of boy
short panty, fit well in his palm.  She had an athletic frame, but still had
curves, and he loved that about her. His fingers went to the zipper on her
skirt, and he carefully pulled it down before tugging the fabric down her long,
slender legs. She had legs for miles, and he intended to kiss every inch of
them.

Caleb helped her step out of the skirt. Smoothing
his hands over her slender calves and skimming over the backs of her thighs, he
hooked his fingers in her panties and tugged them down over the expanse of
honey-brown legs. She shuddered when he kissed the backs of her thighs. “Can
you part your legs for me, sweetheart?”

She parted her legs a little.

“Wider.”

She sucked in a breath and planted her feet about
shoulder width apart.

Caleb trailed kisses up the backs of her legs,
pausing only to nip at the backs of her knees. When he reached the top of her
thighs, he ground out, “Lean forward for me.”

It took her several moments to do as he
instructed.  When she did, he rewarded her with a soft kiss on her slick lips,
and she shivered. Kneeling, Caleb lapped at her cleft and savored the unique
spicy flavor that was Micha. With a hand on her firm ass, he massaged the skin
as he teased her by sliding a finger inside her slick channel.

Micha cursed softly, but he continued his licking,
and stroking. Working his tongue over her clitoris while he penetrated her with
his fingers. The slick walls of her core milked at his fingers, and he felt
them quicken. Kissing her inner thighs, he encouraged her. “Come on, Micha,
come for me. You’re safe. It’s okay to let go. I’ll catch you.”

But she held on. She writhed against the door, and
her slender hands balled into fists as she fought orgasm. She tensed as if she
tried to fight one off, but then she went limp, and tossed her head back. Caleb
continued to lick and stroke her until her whole body shook.

With a whisper of his name in the moonlight, she
finally let go.

***

Micha shook as Caleb picked her up and laid her on
the bed. Orgasm aftershocks rolled through her body, leaving her languid and
foggy. What was he doing to her? And could she take more? If she wasn’t careful,
she was going to fall in love with him. Then where would she be?

He shed his clothes as if he was in no hurry at
all, tugging his T-shirt off his back then over his head. His jeans and boxer
briefs came next. All the while, he kept his burning gaze on hers. Unable to
take the intensity of his stare, she let her eyes drift closed.

His voice was soft, but authoritative. “Micha,
look at me.”

She shook her head.

His touch was soft on her cheek. “Shh, look at me.”

She peeled her lids open to look up at him. “Caleb,
I—”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you. All
you have to do is keep your eyes open to see it.” He slid into bed beside her,
and she had to scoot over to make room for him. “You with me?” He asked as he
drew her close.

She nodded against his chest as she inhaled. Sandalwood.
She sighed and immediately relaxed. She loved that smell.

Caleb pressed feather-light kisses along her
temple, her forehead, her jaw line, the tip of her nose. When he reached her
lips, he barely skimmed them with his own, and she whimpered. He angled his
head and deepened the kiss and anchored her face in his hands as he devoured
her lips. Desire spiked again as his expert tongue licked at the roof of her
mouth, and he teased her tongue to follow into his hot mouth.

As she kissed him, she writhed against him, the crisp
curls on his chest brushing her nipples, turning them into hardened peaks. His
muffled moan made his chest rumble. The friction against the sensitive peaks of
her breasts sent a pull of desire straight to her core.

The length of his erection pressed into her thigh
insistently, and she reached down to wrap her hand around the rigid length of
it. Massaging.

“Jesus, Micha.”

With sure fingers, she continued stroking him,
running her hands over the velvet shaft, then her palm over the sensitive tip. When
she did this twice, Caleb’s hips jerked, and a drop of moisture escaped his
throbbing hardness to lubricate her palm. “Caleb. I want you again. I-I need
you.” Fear settled into her bones at that moment. If she needed him it would be
a recipe for disaster, because at some point he would let her down. Or worse, she
would let him down.

His hand closed over hers as he directed her
motions and lust chased away the doubt. She was tired of pretending she didn’t
want him.

He stilled her hand and squeezed his eyes shut. “I
have been dreaming about you touching me since I first saw you.” He ground his
teeth as his hips jerked again and his dick twitched in her suspended hand.

She smiled against his lips. “I happen to be very
good with my hands.”

He sucked in a deep breath. “Oh, I can see that,
but I had something else in mind for you.”

Micha gazed up at him from lowered lashes. “Do you
now? What if I have other plans?”

He chuckled even as his body jerked. “And here I
thought I was in charge.”

A smile tugged at her lips. “I was sharing
control. I can play fair.”

He growled low and kissed her deep. “Well, you’re
about to share control again.” His fingers dipped between her thighs, and she
shivered. He slipped one impossibly long finger inside her slick heat, and she
moaned, parting her thighs to allow him better access.

“God, you are so wet. So ready.”

“Mmm, Caleb.” Lust rocked her body. Need chased
the lust.

Caleb trailed kisses along her throat then her
collar bone, moving to her breast.  With his mouth poised over a distended peak,
he paused. His breath tickled her skin, and she writhed. “Caleb, please.”

“Please what?” His warm breath was a tease.

“Please kiss me.”

He placed a kiss right above her breast. “Right
there?”

Micha arched her back in frustration. “No. On my
breast.”

Caleb kissed the underside of her breast. “Oh, you
mean here?”

“Damn it, Caleb.” She threaded her hands through
his hair. “Stop teasing me.”

He kissed the underside of her other breast. “I
like teasing you.” He kissed her again and hovered over the tip of her breast
again. “You like it when I tease you.” Caleb used his thumb to circle her clit.
As he slid first one finger into her, then two.

He kept the pace nice and easy, no matter how much
she angled her hips, moving against his fingers. Finally, he brushed his lips
over her nipple, and she cried out, “Caleb!”

“Yeah, Micha?”

His settled his lips around her nipple, and a pull
of lust pieced her core.  Caleb suckled her deep, his cheeks hollowing as he
drew her into his mouth. Blood rushed in her head and all she could think about
was Caleb. His lips, his fingers. Like everything else in the world had
vanished and all that mattered now was this moment, this time with him.

“I need you to fuck me. Please. I can’t—”

“Who’s in charge?” He grazed her nipple with his
teeth.

“Oh, God. I—”

Caleb’s fingers stopped penetrating her core. “Maybe
I should ask you again.  Who’s in charge?”

“Caleb. Please. I—”

He removed his fingers from her heated skin and
rolled his big body over hers, bracing himself over her. His erection nudged
her cleft, and he swore. “You’re so hot, Micha.”

She rotated her hips, sliding her cleft along the
length of him. “Caleb, please don’t make me wait. I need you.”

Caleb dropped his forehead to hers and kissed her
softly. “All you have to do is relinquish control for a little while. I promise
I’ll give it back.”

She chewed her bottom lip. The fear gnawing at
her. The uncertainty eating her. He was too close. Could make her feel too
much. He left her feeling open and vulnerable. He also left her feeling like
she’d grabbed hold of a live wire. Like she could fly. Like she was beautiful.
Like she was special. Worthy.

She dragged in a breath and exhaled. “You’re in
charge. I’m yours.”

He kissed her softly before rolling away and pulling
open the bedside drawer. Sheathing himself in a condom, he re-settled back
between her thighs.. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that, that you’re
mine?” His tongue licked at her bottom lip before he nipped. “I’m not letting
you go.”

His erection slid against her slit before fully
sliding into her. They both gasped. She met his gaze; his eyes pierced her
soul. In that moment she knew she would never be the same.