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Chapter Six

There was no mistakingthe flash of desire in Sienna’s eyes as she leaned back, slowly removing her cardigan. Caleb had never had a librarian fantasy, but watching the insanely sexy woman in his lap shed quite possibly one of the unsexiest pieces of clothing was making him reconsider that.

She shifted in his lap, her core coming into contact with his already hard dick, making it surge with desire. This was not what he had intended when he’d gone in search of her earlier this evening, but there was no denying that in this moment, it was what he wanted. The chemistry between them was electric, just as it had been before. How the hell had he let her get away?

“Have I told you just how sexy you are in this tux?” she asked, running her hand down his chest.

"I can’t be half as sexy as you."

In one swift move, he grabbed her wrist and hauled her into him, their bodies crashing into each other like bumper cars. He quickly found her mouth, kissing her hot and fast. Sienna returned his efforts but also kicked things up a notch, starting in on the buttons of his dress shirt. As soon as she was finished with the last button, she tugged his shirt off of him, her hands quickly moving to his abs and running up toward his pecs.

“You look just as good as I remember,” she whispered.

He growled, kissing her again, reaching for the hem of her blouse. Pulling back from the kiss to get the blouse over her head, his gaze flicked down to her breasts, nestled perfectly in a red satin bra. The swells overflowed just enough, calling to him, begging for attention. Who was he to say no?

Dipping down, he placed an openmouthed kiss on each one, his hands finding the button of her pants. Sienna mewled from the attention, standing up to rid herself of all the extra clothes neither of them wanted in the way. Caleb sat back, admiring the now almost naked Sienna. Her panties matched her bra, and if he hadn’t already been hard, that would have been enough to push him over the edge.

Fuuuuuuck…

“You look even better than I remembered,” he said, running his hands down along her sides. When he reached her panties, he looped his thumbs inside, taking them with him as he slid off the couch and dropped to his knees in front of her. “Better question is, though, do you still taste as sweet as honey?”

Placing a soft kiss on Sienna’s bare mound, he inhaled slowly. Everything in him wanted to rock her world, make her scream his name, but at the same time, he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to make up for lost time—to show her who he really was.

Without any more hesitation, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue across her clit, earning a gasp. Sienna’s hands flew to the back of his head as she tried to steady herself. Caleb ran his hands up the back of her legs, only stopping when his hands were full, an ass cheek in each, pulling her even closer to his mouth. He licked and sucked, paying attention to all the places he could remember her liking, earning him more and more of those sweet sounds from her. Each time he found her clit, her knees wobbled, and he knew that was where he needed to zero in on.

Letting go of her backside with one hand, he carefully slid it between her legs, finding her wetness. He slipped a finger inside, never letting up on the swollen bundle of nerves that he knew was craving his attention, seeking out that magic spot inside her. A moment later he found it, giving it a light tap. That was all it took. Sienna cried out, her voice a high-pitched squeal, as her legs seemed to collapse under her, her fingers tightening in his hair. Caleb tightened his own grip on her, not letting her fall to the ground but also not letting up until he knew her orgasm had completely subsided. When her breath finally slowed down, he gave her one final lick before standing back up and kissing her.

“Caleb,” Sienna moaned into the kiss.

“Yes, baby?”

“I need you to fuck me…please.”

Her breathless request sent a bolt of lust straight through him, making his rock-hard dick impossibly harder. There was almost no give in his suit pants, and he was straining against the tight fabric, making his erection borderline painful. But he didn’t dare remove them. This was about her, and the longer he kept them on the better. Scooping her up, he slowly made his way toward the bed in the corner, like he had all the time in the world. Truth was, he wasn’t in any kind of rush. And he most certainly was not done worshiping her body.

Gently setting Sienna on the bed, he climbed on top of her, dragging his half-dressed body along hers, his mouth teasing along her jaw. She squirmed under him, exposing her neck for more of his openmouthed kisses, which he gladly provided. Even her skin was sweet.

“Please, Caleb,” she moaned again.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he teased, lowering his mouth to one of her taut nipples.

He circled his tongue around the tiny peak, feeling her arch underneath him. She was so responsive to each one of his touches, and he loved it. Loved knowing that he could drive her wild. Reaching up, he found her other nipple with his fingers, rolling it between them as he continued to flick the other with his tongue.

“Miss Sloan, I’m happy to inform you that indeed, your tits are the best I’ve ever seen,” he said, looking up at her. “And this pretty pussy of yours—”

“Needs you inside it, now,” she demanded.

Her voice was low and filled with desire, sending shock waves through him. He knew exactly what she wanted, and no part of him was going to deny her.

Caleb pushed off of the bed, undoing his pants and letting them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, his dick sprang free, and he could see Sienna lick her lips as she watched. The look on her face was one of pure want, and he knew exactly what she was feeling. Because he was feeling it too. He reached for his wallet, yanking out the condom his buddies had forced him to put in there this morning, silently laughing to himself and making sure he remembered to thank them later.

Or not. This moment was between him and Sienna.

Sheathing himself, he positioned his hard length at her sex, leaning over her once more. Slowly, he eased into her, then pulled out, watching her face as he did so. Sienna bit her bottom lip, her eyes full of fire as he repeated the motion, picking up the pace with each stroke. She let out a long moan as her pussy squeezed him. Fuck, she felt incredible.

“You feel so fucking good,” Caleb muttered through gritted teeth. He picked up the pace a little more, thrusting into her harder and harder.

“Just…just don’t stop,” she replied, tweaking her nipple with one hand, her other gliding down her body toward her clit.

Caleb caught her hand in his, lifting it above her head. He looked her straight in the eye, shaking his head.

“Uh-uh, beautiful,” he said, his voice rough. “That pussy is mine. The only one playing with it is me.”

Heat flashed in Sienna’s eyes as she nodded her understanding. Letting go of her hand, Caleb reached between them, finding her clit with his thumb, giving it a long, lazy stroke. Her hips bucked against him, begging for him to do it again. Well, her wish was his command. Giving her a sly wink, he shifted his own hips, bettering the angle for that bundle of nerves that ached for his attention, gliding his thumb over it. The position change, plus his newfound efforts, was all Sienna needed.

“Aaarrrhhhhhh,” she cried out, thrashing under him. The feel of her pussy gripping his cock, milking him for all he was worth, was enough to send him over the edge with her. His orgasm crashed into him like the waves just outside, forcing his own anguished cry, before he collapsed on top of her.

Her nails trailing along the back of his neck a moment later brought him back to earth. Rolling off of Sienna, he grabbed ahold of her waist and tugged her close, so she was lying right up against him.

“I owe you an apology,” he said a few moments later.

“Not at all.”

“I do. We missed out on two years of that because I didn’t stop long enough to talk to you. I’m sorry.”

“How about you just spend the rest of the night making it up to me?”

“I think that can be arranged.”