Page 49 of Playing Pretend

My eyes flickered shut at the feel of his wet lips hovering over my pulse.

“Say yes,” he hedged, moving his mouth lower. “Give me this one night.”

That was the moment I should have thought about it, and come to my senses, but my mind was no longer in control of my actions. Instead, everything I did and said was borne of the desire to have a fantasy fulfilled, to not only have Caleb, but also to allow myself to give in to my baser need to be had by him.

“Okay.” I let out a breath, and gripped Caleb’s arms when he started suckling the hollow of my throat. It wasn’t long before he brought his mouth back to mine, his hands leaving my body to unbutton his shirt. I thought he was getting naked, but instead he slid his shirt off and settled it over my shoulders. I frowned, wondering if he’d changed his mind already.

“Not here.” He spoke softly, and lifted me in his arms before I could form a protest. I’d been living with Caleb for almost two months, and had never once set foot in his bedroom. I’d been curious, but sneaking in there to take a look while he was at work was too big an invasion of his privacy, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He walked out of the guest bedroom, down the hallway, past the nursery and around the corner. He stopped in front of a set of double doors, and bent down to open them with me still in his arms. The moment the doors opened, the room was bathed in muted light, illuminating the warm clay-colored walls. A giant California King bed sat against the far wall, the light brown leather base and headboard matching the laminate flooring. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the entire right side of the room, with the Empire State building in the distance.

That was as much as I paid attention to.

Caleb stopped in front of the bed, and slowly lowered me until I was on my back. He leaned over me, and I lifted my hands to trace his ink. His body was like a living, breathing canvas with colors swirling over his entire chest, and taut stomach, crawling up his arms and around his shoulders too. He was beautiful, and so very masculine that his body radiated enough pheromones to light me on fire from the inside out.

“I’ve lost count of the times I imagined you in my bed,” he said. “And yet nothing I ever could have imagined came close to how you look right now.”

I tried not to show my insecurity, but my smile did little to hide the fact that I felt lacking in comparison to Caleb. I wasn’t a virgin, but sex with my ex-fiancé was always about him, and I never got what all the fuss about. Now though, I found myself wanting to please Caleb in every way, and I feared that the experience would be nothing more than average for him.

Caleb, being the perceptive man that he was, caught my apprehension, and his brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

Kneeling between my legs, hands resting on my thighs, Caleb pulled me closer until I was spread over his legs. I had to hand it to him though, he had the perfect view of my pussy, and still managed to keep his eyes on mine.

“You’re not a virgin are you?” he asked. I wanted to laugh at his horrified expression, like the thought of being my first disgusted him, but when I tried to move away from him and cover myself, he lowered his upper body and pinned me to the bed.

“No.”

“Then what are you hiding?”

I hesitated, and then, “Nothing.”

With pursed lips, and a dubious expression, Caleb searched my eyes with his, as if he could somehow read my mind. I was grateful he couldn’t because I was in fact hiding something, and it was too embarrassing to share, especially if we were about to have sex.

“I’ll get it out of you one way or another,” said Caleb. “But either way, you’re not leaving my bed tonight.”

He moved his head closer, and stuck his tongue out to lick my lips before slanting his mouth over mine. His hands slid down my arms, and slowly removed the shirt. With determined fingers, he gripped my hips, and started rubbing his erection between my legs. I hated that he still had his pants on, but the fact was soon overlooked when a slow burn started building deep in my belly. I gasped, and held on to Caleb’s wrists as he continued to coax my body.

I moaned into his mouth, and opened my eyes when the feeling became tighter, and more intense.

I must’ve looked surprised because Caleb broke away and looked at me curiously. His hips slowed.

“No,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”

With my lip between my teeth, I started rubbing myself against Caleb, feeling the hard length of him beneath his straining zipper.

“Wait.” Caleb stilled me, and I wanted to curse him for robbing me of what would have been my first orgasm. Sure, I’d masturbated a few times, but never really came close to an honest-to-God orgasm. Unfortunately, I wasn’t very good at hiding that.

“You said there was someone else.”

“There was,” I panted. “I’m not a virgin.”

God, could he just get on with it already?

Caleb stared at me, and his silence is what had me huffing out in frustration. “I’ve never had an orgasm.”

Silence.

“It’s not a big deal,” I added, trying my damndest not to show just how mortified I was.