Page 41 of Wicked Truths
I lean down and kiss her, tasting strawberries, sunshine, and my future.
She smiles when I press my hands against the wall and kiss her again.
“If you want me, we can leave here when Poppy starts Juilliard. We can get her settled in New York and then we can do anything you want.”
“Away from here?” she asks.
I stroke my thumb over her bottom lip as I stare into her eyes. “Anything. You tell me what you need. And I’ll make it happen.”
She smiles. “You’re not scared anymore?”
I shake my head. “Not at all.”
I press my forehead against hers, breathing in her sweet scent. “I’ve fought this for so long, tried to be the responsible one. But I can’t anymore.”
“You don’t have to fight it,” she whispers, her fingers trailing up my chest.
“God, you’re everything I want.” I cup her face, memorizing every detail. “Every night I lie awake thinking about you. Every morning I wake up wanting you more.”
Her blue eyes shine with unshed tears. “Really?”
“Really. I know I’m too old, that I should let you go. But I can’t. I won’t.” I brush my thumb across her cheek. “Run away with me. Let me take care of you, protect you.”
“You’d do that?”
“In a heartbeat.” I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that steals my breath. My hands slide down to her waist, pulling her closer. “Tell me you want me too, Amara. Please, tell me.”
“I want you, Caleb.” Her words send electricity through my veins.
I lift her up, groaning as her legs wrap around my waist. My cock hardens instantly as I press her against the wall, claiming her mouth again. She tastes like paradise and sin rolled into one.
When we finally break apart, both panting, I rest my forehead against hers. “Come to my place Saturday night. Poppy is staying at her aunt’s. Let me cook for you, make everything special.”
“I have something on earlier,” she says, fingers playing with my hair. “But I can come by around ten?”
“Perfect.” I kiss her again, softer this time, pouring all my love into it. “I’ll wait for you. We’ll have the whole night to ourselves.”
She smiles against my lips. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I seal it with another kiss, my heart soaring with possibilities.
I’m not sure how I let myself get this lost in her. Her eyes, that radiant blue, pull me in like a current. The moment we kiss, everything else fades away. It’s just us.
“You know,” she says with a playful grin, breaking the tension. “You might need a cold shower after this.”
The laugh escapes before I can stop it. “You and me both.”
I shift my weight, acutely aware of how hard I am for her, how impossible it is to hide it when she’s so close. That’s because my body responds instinctively to her.
“I really need to taste you.” The words tumble out before I can think better of them.
She bites her lip, and the look in her eyes sends a jolt through me. “Then prove it.”
Her challenge ignites something primal within me. I crush my mouth against hers again, drowning in the warmth of her lips. My hand glides down to where we meet, fingers brushing over the fabric of her panties.
With a swift motion, I slip them to one side and slide a finger inside her heat.
Her breath hitches as she groans against my mouth. I circle her clit with deliberate pressure, feeling the shudder ripple through her body.
