Page 92 of Mixed Signals
I’ve never felt anything like this. Not ever. Wet, sucking kisses against me, every stroke of his tongue deliberate and rough. Just the way I like it. Just the way I showed him.
“That’s it,” he mumbles against the inside of my thigh, hand palming at the swell of my ass, thumb reaching to the crease of my hip where my tattoo is. He traces it with his thumb right as he bites down against my leg with his teeth. “Show me like this, too. Take what you need.”
I do. Caleb gives and I take and I take and I take until my whole body is shivering beneath his mouth, my thighs pressed tight to his ears. I roll my hips and chase that stardust feeling until I’m strung tight with it—vibrating, reaching, climbing closer and closer to that edge I so rarely get to find—
And then Caleb pulls away. Chest heaving, he drops his forehead against my hip and reaches between his legs. His hand dips in the open material of his jeans and I watch as he strokes himself once and groans.
“Wh—what?” My voice sounds seven octaves higher than usual, breathy and thin. “Caleb, what are you—”
“Shh.” He pulls his hand out of his jeans and smooths his thumb over my ribs, rising higher and brushing over my breast. “I’m going to get you there, sweetheart. I promise.”
“Why did you stop?”
He crawls up my body, dropping kisses like secrets along the way. The ticklish spot on my left hip, the smattering of freckles that cluster between my breasts, the curve of my shoulder, and the dip in my chin. Each one feels like touching the edge of an exposed wire, a lick of electric heat from my fingertips to my elbow. My pleasure sharpens.
“Caleb.”
“It’s better this way, sometimes.” His mouth is hot on my neck. “When you’re brought to the edge and kept waiting.”
“I don’t wanna wait,” I whine. I’m trying to pull the most stubborn man alive down on top of me. “I’ve waited enough.”
He chuckles somewhere against my collarbone. “Alright.” He brushes his lips to the corner of my mouth and I moan when I taste myself on him. He makes a sound, too. Something low and deep and warm. I’m going to be hearing that sound every time he orders a croissant on the opposite side of my counter for the rest of forever. “You’re right. I’m being rude.”
He slips his hand back between my thighs and my back arches up off the mattress again, heat rushing through my chest and tugging me under. His thumb strokes my clit as his mouth hovers over mine, one finger and then two slipping inside.
“I can’t believe—” He bites at my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. I grab frantically at his shoulders. “I can’t believe I get to be here with you,” he breathes, a touch of wonder in his voice. “I can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”
I can’t believe we’ve been doing anything other than this. It’s so good between us—better than I ever could have imagined. Better than I have imagined every night for the past two weeks, alone in the dark of my bedroom—his laugh and his smile and that damned Hawaiian shirt flickering through my mind.
The edge rises faster this time, my body shuddering beneath every deliberate stroke. I breathe his name, our bodies rocking together.
And then he stops. Again.
My nails sink into his shoulder and I make a garbled sound. My eyes clench shut as the throbbing between my legs intensifies. Caleb tries to pull away but I cling to him tighter, trying to roll my hips against his hand.
“Caleb.” My voice is a broken whisper. “I don’t want to be teased anymore.”
“That wasn’t for you,” he tells me quietly, a bashful smile in his voice. I can picture the look on his face, a little bemused and a little shy. A twist to his lips and pink on his cheeks. “That was for me. I—I need a second.”
I push my hips up. “Make it a quick second.”
A laugh rumbles out of him and his thumb swipes against me once. Groans catch in both of our throats. “You sure you don’t want to be teased anymore?”
I shake my head.
“What do you want, then?” His thumb rolls over me and my legs tip open. He huffs a satisfied sound, right in the shell of my ear, and then catches it between his teeth. His hand moves slower, harder, and I feel myself start to climb again.
“I want to come,” I whisper into the hot skin of his neck. I drag my teeth over the column of his throat and cling to him.
He sighs, satisfied, and begins to work me harder. He drives me right back up to where I was before he stopped and then higher still. Somewhere with the sun and the clouds and all of the stars. A million wishes dancing like comets in the sky.
“So good, Layla.” He pinches my nipple in the exact way I showed him and I begin to crumble. Deep, heaving breaths like I can’t quite get enough air into my lungs. “You’re doing so, so good. Such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”
Two words—good girl—and my orgasm rushes up and over me. I tumble beneath the wave of it, my nails digging into the small of Caleb’s back, my entire body drenched in warm, golden light. I can feel every place Caleb is touching me as my orgasm steals my breath. His mouth, just above mine. His hips tucked against my thigh and his fingers between my legs, still moving slowly, pulling every last bit of pleasure out of me. I move with him as the heat and the tender pulse of it echoes and spreads.
“Caleb,” I gasp. I curl my hand around his jaw and guide his mouth to mine. He kisses me with a warm laugh, the edges of his smile biting against mine.
“Yeah?”
