Page 58 of The Boyfriend Hypothesis
“Condoms are in the bedside table,” she said, releasing him.
He wrenched himself away and jerked the drawer open. Once he’d found his prize, he yanked down his underwear and climbed back onto the bed.
Penny tried not to stare at the magnificence that more than lived up to her imaginings. Instead, she snatched the foil packet away from him with a vehemence bordering on the violent and tore it open with her teeth as she reached for him again. He went to his knees before her on the mattress, his muscles trembling as she rolled the condom on.
When she was done, she pulled him down onto her, basking in the heaviness of his body weighing down on her and the head-to-toe heat of his bare skin touching hers. Their eyes locked as he pressed into her, and the solemnity of his gaze made her heart stutter. She arched her hips against his, biting her lip at the exquisite pressure as she felt herself stretching to accommodate him.
His breath caught and he jerked against her, the sweet shock drawing a loud gasp out of her.
“Okay?” he asked, frowning slightly as he struggled to hold himself still.
She smiled and reached up to stroke her thumb tenderly across his cheekbone. “Better than okay.”
The intensity of Caleb’s eyes ignited an unexpected flare of emotion in Penny’s chest. The concentrated earnestness. The restrained passion. The hint of uncertainty. It was too much.
She pulled him into a kiss as she surged against him, craving more of him. He held her tightly and rocked her with careful control, setting a torturous rhythm that drove her mad with desire. She shuddered beneath him as his hardness moved against her softness. His mouth crushed hers, his breath fevered and uneven, and she dragged her fingernails down his back, urging him on, feeling alive and utterly lost at the same time, swept away by the ebb and flow as he carried her to the edge of ecstasy.
Penny heard herself cry out as the dam inside her burst, and she clung to him as she rode the swell of pleasure. She was still half gone when she felt Caleb’s muscles tense, and his fingers tightened where they clasped the back of her neck. His head dropped to the pillow beside hers, his beard dragging across her cheek as he moaned into her hair.
She held him as he slumped against her, and they lay together spent and satisfied, chests heaving and sweaty limbs entwined.
Chapter Fourteen
Caleb lifted his head and smiled at her. “Wow.”
She grinned at him, feeling a bubble of pride as she smoothed his hair off his forehead. “Ditto.”
“Hang on.” He shifted off her, leaving behind a splash of cold air when he got up to dispose of the condom. A few seconds later, he crawled back into the bed and wrapped her up in his arms.
Penny sighed happily and snuggled her back against his front, still not quite believing she had Caleb in her bed in all his naked glory. Any moment now, surely, she would wake up and realize it had all been a dream. A wonderful, extraordinary, marvelous dream.
His hand smoothed down her arm. “Comfortable?”
“Mmmm.” She couldn’t remember ever feeling this secure. The practical part of her brain whispered that she should get up and go to the bathroom so she didn’t get a UTI, but she couldn’t bear to leave his arms just yet. If she got up, he might decide to leave. What if this was their one and only time together, and she never had another chance to lie here with him like this? She wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.
Just a little longer, she told herself. Then she’d get up.
“No regrets?” Caleb said, nuzzling into her hair.
“Not a one.” She rolled over in his arms so she could look at his gorgeous face. “I do have a confession to make: I’ve never done that before.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Could have fooled me.”
“Not that.” She laughed. “I’ve done that. I meant invite a guy over just for sex.”
“Ah.” He rolled onto his back, lifting his arm to make a space for her. She nestled against him and laid her head on his chest as his arm resettled around her shoulders.
“I wish I could have more,” she said, running her fingertips over his magnificent abs.
“What? That wasn’t enough for you?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”
He laid a hand on her hair. “Penny—”
“I know.” She waved his concerns off with a flick of her hand. “You’re leaving. I’m not getting attached. I’m just saying. You’re not gone yet. A month is a long time.”
He tangled their fingers together on his stomach. “Not that long.”
