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“You’re so beautiful.” I wasn’t great with words, but I’d never meant them more than in this moment.

The way she shyly smiled was exquisite. “Thank you. Now get all the way naked.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I stood up, loving the way her gaze feasted on my chest. Next, I unfastened my belt and unzipped my trousers, pushing them down in one sweep together with my boxer briefs. But unfortunately, I’d forgotten about my socks and shoes. I had to abruptly bend down to remedy the situation, causing her to giggle.

“Where were we?” I grabbed a condom out of my wallet, dangerously close to making a fool of myself. I needed to get inside of her as soon as possible.

“We were at the part where I need to touch you desperately.”

With pleasure.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Daisy

Although I’d had long-term high school and college boyfriends, and had dated a man for a whole year who I’d met while working at NASA, I’d yet to be naked in front of anyone post-surgery. When Caleb undressed me, I experienced a sudden shot of doubt. But he immediately put me at ease. Then he gave me the best orgasm of my life.

Seeing him naked probably got me halfway to my next one. I could have stared at him for hours he was so beautifully sculpted. From his chiseled chest with its smattering of hair to his impressive six-pack, he was a feast for the senses. He definitely looked more like a fitness model than a lawyer. My gaze traveled south, and I changed my assessment. Forget fitness model. Caleb could’ve had a career in porn. Jesus, was there anything on his body which wasn’t perfection? His cock was long and thick.

He lay back down on the bed, giving me the chance to run my fingertips over his muscles. His body was insane. On a level I’d only seen in magazines, not real life. It was hard to imagine how much work had gone into sculpting this perfection.

I stroked his skin, marveling at the veins in his arms and the way he flexed under my touch. Tentatively, I followed the path of my hands with my mouth. He tasted divine. My tongue then skated over his nipple, causing him to inhale sharply with the contact. I attempted to move south, but he pulled me back up to his lips.

Cripes, the man could kiss.

The taste of myself on his tongue only fueled my desire. His calloused hands stroked my skin, causing delicious tingles from head to toe. I wasn’t entirely sure this was reality. How had we gone from him at the party with another date, to him in my bed kissing me naked? I wasn’t complaining, but I would love to know what had been running through Caleb’s mind and what had led him here tonight.

“I need to be inside of you.”

“What a coincidence. I need you to be inside of me too.”

His chest rumbled with his laughter, the sensation vibrating through my entire body. Then suddenly all humor evaporated because he was sliding the condom on and notching himself at my opening. He framed my face between his hands and locked his gaze with mine. It was so intense to be staring into his eyes while he slowly entered me. But then I had to gasp, forced to relax my body so I could adjust to his size.

He swallowed my ensuing moan with his kiss.

Once he was fully seated, we both let out a collective sigh of pleasure. I didn’t think the sensation could intensify until he started to move. Jesus. The pleasure was indescribable. Then he went and dialed it up by lifting my hips and going deeper.

My hands ran down his biceps and onto his shoulders. I could feel the way his entire body flexed with every thrust. Reaching down, I gripped his ass, pulling him deeper.

“Christ, Daisy, you feel so good.”

“So do you. I’m getting close.”

“Me too.” He reached down between our bodies, circling my clit with diabolical precision.

My entire lower half went taut before I completely shattered into a million pieces. I was only vaguely aware of his growl and the way his body tensed while he ground his climax deep into me.

“Wow,” I muttered. I hated to sound like a cliché, but damn, that was the single greatest sexual experience of my life.

“Wow, indeed.” He slowly slid out and moved over so he was lying beside me.

We lay there awhile, caressing one another until Caleb gave me a kiss and climbed out of bed. I didn’t bother to hide my appreciation of his spectacular ass. One which still had my unapologetic fingerprints burned into the skin. But then realized I needed to brace myself for his inevitable, awkward goodbye.

But much to my disbelief, after disposing of the condom in my bathroom, he climbed back in bed with me.

This was unexpected. So was the way he pulled me into his embrace, lifted up the sheet, and covered us both. I’d thought we were headed for one of those awkward moments when a man started laying out boundaries.

“Your bed has to be the most comfortable I’ve ever lain on. It’s like a cloud. And your sheets are like butter.”