Page 17 of Another Last Call
I couldn’t help it and shivered again. Apparently it was a strong enough shiver that Caleb pulled back, a slight crease of concern appearing between his eyebrows.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said a little too quickly.
He was still touching my wrist and took my hand in his. I watched as he lifted it beside us, letting the tips of my fingers rest against his index finger. “You’re shaking.”
So I was. I watched my hand tremble for a moment before sighing.
“I’m just nervous,” I said.
“We can st—”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Mags, if you aren’t into this, I don’twantto go any further.”
“I am into this.” Sighing, I took my hand from him, putting the stupid double-crossing limb in my lap. “I’m nervous because it’s been a while.”
“That’s fair,” he said. “We can slow down. I mean, we haven’t seen each other in ten years and—”
I had to laugh, shaking my head. “I meant since I’ve been with anyone. Like… like this.”
“How long?” he asked.
I tried not to blush. “A few… years.”
A hand touched my knee. “Are you sure you—”
“Stop asking me if I’m sure,” I said, then grimaced as I looked up at him. “Sorry. I just mean I… Iamsure. This is what I want. I’m just scared I’m going to be bad at it.”
The look on his face softened into one of amusement.
“There’s no way you’re bad at this,” he said, taking my hand in his again and bringing it up to his mouth so he could kiss my knuckles. “Besides, I owe you a minimum of one orgasm. That’s why we’re here. So you have nothing to worry about, Mags. I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
He helped me to my feet and led me over to my bed. Heart racing, I let him guide me up into another gentle kiss.
“Lie down,” he said. “Get comfortable.”
I did as he asked, settling back on my pillow and letting my hair fan out behind me. Once I was still, Caleb got on the bed and crawled towards me. He hovered over me as I looked up at him, a look of deep and intense yearning in his eyes. There was so much promise there, so much excitement, and my lips parted as soft breaths passed through them while I waited for his next move.
He studied me for a moment, then leaned forward to kiss me again. I responded eagerly, his lips warm and smooth in contrast to the roughness of his beard against my cheek. Just as I was relaxing against his mouth and enjoying myself, he shifted, and his lips pressed against the corner of my mouth, then my jaw line, then my neck.
Once his lips landed on my collarbone, he pulled back.
“Still okay?” he asked.
“Very,” I said.
He grinned, then kissed the same spot on my collarbone before letting his hands trail down my body. Over the thin fabric of my tank top, he caressed my breasts, ribs, waist, and stomach, before his fingers slid beneath the hem.
Another involuntary shiver coursed through my body as his fingers walked up my skin. Feather-light touches traced from my belly button to the edge of my bra, climbing over the fabric between the cups and between my cleavage. He teased along the edge of the cup, his fingers tracing the skin there before they slipped into it. I sighed as his fingertips increased the pressure just the slightest bit, travelling deeper into my bra until he could hold my breast in the palm of his hand.
God, the anticipation was already killing me. I moaned as his hand cupped my breast and felt his lips curl up before they started moving again. He kissed along the collar of my shirt, tongue flicking out here and there to lick certain spots on my scorching skin. As he got to the spot where the collar brushed the tops of my breasts, I writhed just the smallest bit. My body wanted him, and it wanted him immediately. Beneath my jeans, my panties were catching the wetness I could feel dripping from my pussy.
Caleb paused again, eyes flicking up to meet mine.
“I’m fine,” I murmured.
