Page 14 of Fall Into Love

She wants me? I try not to get too big of a head over that admission, but hell if it doesn’t stick with me and make my cock thicken.

“You’re right,” I say. “Every word.” I take one slow step closer. “I can’t undo the last week, but I can tell you I’m done running. I’m not the guy who’s good with words, Emma. I’m the guy who shows up. And I’m going to keep showing up for you until you believe me—and then I’m going to keep doing it for as long as you’ll let me.”

Her lower lip trembles. “That’s—” she starts, and stops, having to swipe at a stray tear.

“Throw me out,” I say, placing my hand on the open door frame as I tower over her small frame. Wide, doe eyes stare up at me as my chest heats. “Or let me in.”

Her lips part as she steps back, pulling the door wide enough for me to step into her space.

“If you run again, I won’t chase after you,” she says quietly.

“I’m not asking you to.” I hold her gaze. “I’m the one who runs now, darlin’. Straight at you.”

I barely get the door shut behind me before I drag her against me and kiss her the way I’ve desperately wanted to for the last week. She makes a soft, broken sound against my mouth and melts into me.

“I mean it,” I growl against her lips. “All of it.”

“I know.” Her hands slide up my shoulders and into my hair. “I believe you. Now stop talking.”

The kiss goes deep and hot. She backs up, following my lead as I hit the light switch on the wall beside us. Her fingers find the hem of my shirt and slip underneath, her palms flat and warm against the ridges of my stomach. And fuck if she doesn’t taste like every good thing in my life that I’ve been missing. I groan into her mouth and lift her clean off her feet. She gasps, wrapping her legs around me on instinct as I carry her the three remaining steps to the long, butcher-block counter and set her tight ass on the edge of it. My hips nestled perfectly between her thighs.

I’ve thought about this exact moment more times than I’ll ever admit—her, up on this counter, mine to touch. Mine to use. The reality knocks the wind clean out of me.

“Caleb.” She’s breathless, flushed, yanking at my shirt. I break away just long enough to yank it over my head and toss it. Her eyes go over my chest, my ink. Her teeth catch her lower lip at the sight of me, and my cock aches to feel those lips wrapped around me.

I take my time getting her out of her shirt and bra. When they’re gone, she shivers, reaching for me in a way that brings her perky chest to rest against mine. “You’re so beautiful it’s a crime, sweetheart,” I groan, and lean in to kiss the curve of her shoulder, her throat, the soft skin below her ear until she’s shivering for a whole other reason.

“Tell me what you want, darlin’,” I murmur against her collarbone.

“You.” No hesitation. “All of you.”

That’s all I need.

I lay her back against the counter. Her shoes hit the floor with a clack. I hook two fingers on either side of her jeans and shimmy them down her creamy thighs, taking her panties with them, until she’s bare and flushed and spread open.

For a second, I just look. I can’t help it. She’s pink and glistening and perfect, and the streetlight through the blinds paints her in soft gold that has my mouth fuckin’ watering.

“Caleb.” Her voice wavers, half plea, half embarrassment. She moves like she might close her legs.

“Nuh-uh.” I catch her knees and press them wide, holding her open, thumbs stroking slow circles on the soft skin of her inner thighs. “Let me look at you, darlin’. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.” I drag my gaze up her body to her face and hold it. “I’m gonna take my time, and you’re gonna let me.”

Her answering soft moan and nod are all I need.

I lower myself between her thighs and press an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her knee. Then higher, feeling her tremble with every inch, until my mouth is right where we both want it and I finally, finally taste her.

The gasp she makes goes straight through me.

I take my time the way I promised—one long, slow drag of my tongue that has her hips lifting clean off the counter. I band an arm across them to hold her down, keeping her right where I want her. She’s sweet and slick against my mouth, and I groan into her, the vibration making her moan and her pussy quiver. Her fingers fly into my hair, gripping hard enough to sting.

I roll my tongue over her pulsing clit in slow circles, causing her breath to catch before licking firmer strokes that make her thighs shake. And when I seal my lips around that swollen little bud and suck, she moans my name like a prayer. So I do it again. And again. I work her pussy like it’s already mine, in no hurry at all, savoring every broken sound while she comes apart under my tongue.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her, then slide one thick finger inside her, feeling her clench around the intrusion. “God, you’re tight. Look at you.” I add a second finger, curling them forward, and her back arches off the counter. “You’ll take me so well, baby.”

“Caleb,” she cries, and it’s wrecked, breathless, her heels digging into my back. “I-I’m—”

“I know, baby. I can feel it.” I pump my fingers in time with my mouth, curling them against that spot inside her that makes her walls pulsate. I don’t let up. “Let go for me. I need to feel it.”

She shatters.