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“Shh.” She pressed two fingers to his lips, silencing his protest. She closed her hand over his, feeling the tremor that her touch triggered. His eyes fluttered shut as she traced her fingers along the back of his hand. “I might be on the run, but I know my mind.”
“We shouldn’t do this.” But he made no effort to move away from her, to turn off the shower and draw this to an end. His gaze fell to her breasts, then lower still. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“I want you.” Grace slid her palm against his rough cheek, imagining the scrape of his stubble against the skin of her inner thighs. The thought made her core almost seize with need.
“If we do this, there’s no going back.” His voice was strained, his control blatantly fraying at the edges.
“I don’t want to go back.” She drew in a steadying breath. “Stop punishing yourself for the things you can’t control.”
His molten gaze was on her. “You don’t understand?—”
“I understand more than most,” she countered, her thumb brushing the curve of his lower lip. “I’ve been to hell and back and I know what it’s like. But I’ve also seen the man you are, the way you take care of the people you love. No one’s perfect, Caleb, but you are just as deserving of happiness as anyone else.” Her breath was a tortured exhale. “Let me give you that happiness, even if it’s just for this moment. Let me show you how much you deserve to be loved.”
Water streamed across the hard planes of his chest, tracking the defined ridges of his abdomen, a lattice of white scars close to his belly button.
The fight in his eyes flared, then extinguished. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.” His eyes raked over her, his pupils blown wide with lust. A rush of feminine power crashed through her at the unvarnished want reflected in their depths.
And then his mouth was on hers, the touch of his lips igniting a fire within her. This kiss was greedy, loaded with passion and an edge of danger and she loved it, wanted more with a breathless urgency.
His hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he walked her backward. She hardly registered the smooth press of tile against her spine, too lost in the drugging slide of his lips against hers, the delicious friction of his body aligned with her own, branding her with his heat.
His fingers skimmed the lace edge of her waistband. Her breath hitched, her muscles quivering under his touch as he traced maddening patterns beneath the fabric while his lips trailed a path of fire down the column of her throat, his teeth and tongue marking her as his own.
Caleb.
He wedged a muscled thigh between her legs, the pressure against her aching core drawing a choked moan from her parted lips. She rocked against him shamelessly, the coil of tension that had wound between them over the last few days, winding tighter with each deliberate grind of his hips.
He curled his fingers around the soaked lace of her panties, the material a flimsy barrier. With agonizing slowness, he eased his hand lower, the rasp of his roughened skin against her own an exquisite torment. She held her breath, every nerve ending alight with anticipation as he delved deeper, till he found the spot he was seeking.
Fuck. She breathed out, her knees turning to liquid as she leaned against him. Hot water streamed over her skin, adding to the sensation as he found the nub of her clit and circled it with languid strokes.
“God, look at you.” He dropped to his knees, his voice rough with awe and desire, his hands still anchoring her hips to the tiled wall.
Her fingers dug into the corded muscles of his shoulders. Every inch of him exuded masculine power, a primal force of nature, the complete antithesis of Richard who’d been driven only by lies and manipulation.
Caleb scorched a trail of reverent kisses across her belly before progressing to the delicate skin of her inner thighs with a single-minded devotion, driving her to the brink of madness with his mouth.
He paused only long enough to slide her panties off.
She arched against him, desperate for him to go lower and he rewarded her with the press of his hot tongue against her clit. God. Sensation ripped through her as he delivered the intimate kiss she craved. His tongue was so soft. Pinpricks of pleasure swept over her skin and her head tilted, hitting unyielding tile.
Richard had never kissed her like this. A few times he’d tried, but it had felt awkward and clumsy. And in the end she’d known he preferred to receive than give.
But this? This was something else.
She clung to Caleb, anchoring herself as he wrecked her with his wicked tongue. She hadn’t known it could be like this. White hot pleasure raced through her veins, leaving her incapable of speech, of anything but surrender.
“Fuck. Grace.” For an instant, his breath was warm against her skin before the faint hint of his teeth, the flick of his tongue, and perfect pressure from his lips continued. He sucked and kissed, working his magic over and around the perfect spot.
She gasped as two thick fingers pressed inside her, stretching her, filling her. Slowly, he slid them deeper, a thick, exquisite pressure that threatened to splinter her apart.
It was more than she could take.
Unable to withstand the onslaught, molten heat exploded, searing her mind with incandescent pleasure. Her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind as his tongue pressed against her throbbing clit, extending the wild waves of pleasure shuddering through her, milking every drop from her trembling body.
