He stared at her there, right between her thighs.
Carlotta groped for something to hold on to and found his arms on either side of her, holding himself up to hover over her. He swallowed, then bent to her, placing a kiss on her abdomen. It had to feel soft under his lips, but the lack of firmness didn’t seem to deter him a bit. Instead, he moaned and kissed his way up, pausing to lave and suck at her nipples. The jolt of pleasure lit up her veins, sizzling over her skin. Back and forth he worshipped her nipples, one after the other, until they ached, took on a life of their own, and she arched to Caleb, whimpering.
“So beautiful, Lottie. So damn beautiful. That’s it, baby.” He cupped her breast as he sucked deeply.
Restlessly, she wriggled, squeezing her thighs together to combat the wet ache, but nothing worked. In her head, she knew that Caleb could see every flaw of her body in the golden sunlight pouring in from the windows across the room. But her body hardly cared. It soaked in his attention. It blossomed. It craved more.
She hooked her arms around his neck and dragged him up to her. His mouth fastened over hers, and it was not simple or gentle or measured. His tongue prowled inside, taking absolute possession. He kissed her as if he had every right to every part of her body and he intended to prove it. Dizziness left her in a shimmering haze of passion. It ignited, firing her desire to feel him deep. Thoughts fled. Insecurities silenced. Never had she wanted like this, never known such arousal existed.
Caleb came up with a gasp and wrenched away, balancing on his knees. “I left the damn condoms in the truck. But I’m clean and I’ve had a vasectomy.”
She had never had to think about such things. She and Eduardo had let God determine how many children they conceived before his death. Gordon had never wanted children and had always worn a condom every single time.
“I… Yes. I understand.”
“How long has it been for you, Lottie? I’m at the edge of my control, but I will not hurt you. I swear it.”
“Almost four years,” she whispered. “When I discovered that Gordon had been unfaithful, I told him that unless he would be faithful, I would not welcome him intimately.”
Shock crossed Caleb’s face, followed by determination. “I will do everything I can to make sure you never regret being with me.”
Trust did not come easily for her, but Carlotta had no doubt he meant every word.
“Why are you still talking?” she whispered coyly.
“I’m not. And the only words I want to hear from you are about what feels good. And feel free to scream.” He grinned.
Her belly tightened. Her folds not only hummed to life, but screamed with need.
Then he ripped her panties from her hips with big, urgent hands. She was still gasping when he pried her thighs open and cupped her mound with his huge, bare hand. His skin was hot, and his touch was a shock. Her back bowed and electricity raced down her thighs, then up again to settle under her slick, needy folds. Gently, he ground the heel of his palm against the most sensitive nerves. Sensations soared up, then up again, and up some more.
“So wet, Lottie.” He parted her folds with his fingers, then toyed with that button of nerves, a gentle circle that had her mewling. “That feel good, baby? You want more?”
Blindly, she clutched at him and nodded, lifting her hips in supplication. Oh, he was going to give her an orgasm, and with so little effort. The promise of the pleasure just out of reach was a stunning, welcome surprise.
“Caleb!”
“That’s it… Let it build. Let it feel so good. You’re getting close, aren’t you? Yeah. So damn hot, baby. Now look at me, Lottie. Right at me. I want to see your face when you—”
Her eyes flew open as the ecstasy rushed in, converging right between her legs, then exploded in a torrent of astonishing bliss that flooded her entire body. Her womb pulsed. Her body blazed. The power of it was enough to light up Mexico City. Long and breath stealing and amazing, the orgasm dazzled. His hot blue stare locked onto her eyes, taking her captive and refusing to let her go. Vaguely, she realized that she was screaming and her voice echoed through the empty house.
Then she was freefalling in the aftermath, but she need not have worried. Caleb was there to catch her, with his arms around her, pressing his lips to hers.
“God, that was beautiful, baby.” His harsh, trembling whisper made her smile.
“It felt…like nothing I have ever known.” She batted her lashes shyly, feeling rosy and damp and beautiful. “More?”
His blue stare pinned her in place. “No man has ever made you come with his hand?”
She blushed furiously and couldn’t quite meet his stare. Hopefully, he would understand. “With his hand, his mouth, his…anything. Ever.”
Chapter 5
“If I have my way, it won’t be the last time,” Caleb drawled.
Not by a long shot. Amazing that no man had ever managed to make her come. Well, on the other hand, maybe it wasn’t. Not Gordon anyway. He was an asswipe of the first order, clearly. Anyone else she’d slept with didn’t matter. If Caleb had his way, he would be her last lover—and her best. Because for him, she had been like a spark plug, firing quickly and powerfully. He wanted to see that again.
Caleb inched down her body, spreading kisses as he descended. Fuck, she smelled so good. Her arousal perfumed the air, and the olfactory high was making him dizzy. God knew it had made his cock steel hard long ago.
Then he reached between her legs, pried her open with his thumbs, and let his tongue drown in her sweetness. Carlotta gasped, clutching at his head.
“What are you…oh!”
“Tasting you, Lottie. I want you to come on my tongue.”
She panted, writhing as he laved her clit, then sucked it into his mouth. “Men do this?”
Obviously not the men she’d been with. Had they all been fucktards in bed? Whatever… Corrupting her would be so much fun.
His blood surged at that thought, and he settled supine between her legs, putting one on each shoulder. Jesus, she was more intoxicating than a fifth of scotch. His body hummed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and soaked in her little cries. She thrashed under his mouth and his hands, totally lost to passion. She was stunning. Her heart might be guarded, but her body was wide open. Caleb hoped like hell that Carlotta letting him touch her flesh meant that he was beginning to earn her trust. Maybe after this, he’d get behind her walls, too—and closer to that heart.
“Caleb…” She arched as she panted his name. Her pussy gushed for him.
Yes, she was getting close again. He reveled in the sound and feel of her surrender. His tongue slid up between her slick folds, settling for a long moment just under her clit. Then he gave her a firm stroke of the little bud, concentrating on the hard tip that peeked out. Her breathing grew choppier. She grabbed for him with frantic fingers. Looking up the soft curves of her body, he lifted his gaze to her face. Their stares locked. Her melted chocolate eyes on him felt like a jerk of his cock. Damn it to hell, he wanted inside this woman. He wanted to slide so deep, stay there, and show her that was where he belonged.
Not once after Amanda had left him had he ever imagined making another woman his own. He hadn’t wanted to. Now… This one wasn’t getting away.