Hanging up the phone, she turned to him with a smile on her face.
“His stats are good; the swelling on his brain has gone down remarkably. Memory seems to not be affected and he can move all his extremities. He’s still in a lot of pain, so they have him medicated and he’s resting comfortably. But all in all, he’s doing well and might even be moved out of ICU in a couple of days, possibly tomorrow if he continues to improve. An amazing thing, considering he almost bled out on the operating table.”
“One even might call it a miracle,” he said as she came to sit next to him on the couch.
She automatically cuddled into him, and Caleb sucked in a breath of gratitude for that small favor. He had thought she would wall herself off again. But instead, she was flush against him, where she should be, with her hand on his thigh, and, oh shit, she was rubbing his thigh. Which meant Mr. Happy was suddenly very happy, and it was very hard to hide said happiness. Caleb shifted to relieve some pressure but failed miserably.
Kara ran her nails lightly up his thigh and toward the hard bulge in his pants, tentatively brushing them across the rock-hard evidence of what she was doing to him by merely touching him. He inhaled deeply, counting to ten because he wasn’t sure if he was awake or asleep. Blinking slowly, he looked down at her and, yep, she was sitting there, touching his traitorous dick. Couldn’t blame the guy for wanting to spend some time with someone as amazing as Kara.
“Caleb…” she said breathily.
“Yeah?” he answered, his voice husky with lust.
“I want to touch you. I-I think like I said earlier if I take charge it will be less frightening for me.”
Caleb knew what she was asking of him. She was asking for him to help release her from the torture. She was asking him to be the man to make her feel whole again. It was a daunting request that scared the shit out of him. Could he be everything she was asking? He knew without a single doubt in his head that he wanted to be her everything. He wanted to be her everything—not just today, but for the rest of their lives, and that scared him more than he thought possible. Because in a short time he had decided he wanted to be part of her life forever, and he was scared he would hurt her.
Down deep, Caleb knew it would not be intentional, because he would never hurt any woman, but if he went too fast, he could still end up hurting her and that would destroy him. How could he hurt someone that smelled as sweet as heaven? He was desperate to taste her lips again, but he was worried he would scare her with the intensity that was consuming him. By her taking the reins, he could give her what they both wanted without becoming too intense for her. It pained him that she didn’t know what real, honest to God, good sex was.
“Are you sure?” he asked, trying to put one last road block up, in case she wasn’t ready after all.
“I understand if you don’t want to.” She started to pull her hand away, but he quickly put his much larger hand on top of hers.
“We haven’t even gone on a date. Maybe...” He groaned as she tentatively continued to rub him underneath his hand. “Ugh, that feels...so, very good. I don’t want to push you too fast.” His dick was screaming no, as his head was screaming slow up.
“If that’s what you think,” she said, and incredibly, she was mock pouting.
“Kara...”
“What?” she asked playfully. And Caleb swallowed hard; he was going to blow the moment.
“You’ve had a long day; I don’t want you to do this for the wrong reason.”
And her hand froze, just like that.
“It’s just, right now, you’re working on no sleep. Running on adrenaline. I need you to be with me because that’s what you want. Not just because I’m available.”
Tears pricked her eyes, and Caleb felt like an ass. But he knew he did the right thing; he knew he had to give her one more chance to back out. He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t.
“Kara—”
“You think I’m here, doing something I have literally never done before because you’re available?” she asked, angrily swiping at the tears sliding down her face. “You know what? Fuck you. I’ve had sex with one man. Count it. One man, since my abduction. It was a horrible experience. It closed me off to even trying again. I came to the conclusion that there was no emotional connection. Then I met you and holy shit, I feel an emotional connection. I feel like maybe it was just that I needed to wait for the right person, and I thought that person was you…”
She stopped talking and tried to stand. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him until she was straddling his lap.
“Kara, you are misunderstanding me. I don’t think it’s deliberate, but you’re misunderstanding me all the same. I just want you to be here with me. I don’t want you doing this because you think I expect it. I don’t want you doing this because you need to prove to me you can. I just want you. God, how I want you.”
“Caleb, please, I need to know what it’s like to be with a good man, a man like you.”
“I’m not so sure I am a good guy. And I want to be with you, too...”
“You don’t think you’re a good guy? I’m throwing myself at you, and you’re putting up every roadblock you can think of, and you don’t think you’re good enough for me? Caleb, if anything, you’re too good for me.” She paused and looked down.
“How could you think that?”
“I don’t think it, I know it, and I can’t be fixed. I come into this relationship if you can call it that, with all kinds of issues.”
“Who said you need fixing?”
“The few guys I tried to date. I-I haven’t been able to be intimate since…well, since that one failed attempt. And, we didn’t finish. I panicked as soon as he penetrated me. He was so eager, and he went so much faster than I had planned on, so I freaked out, and he left, angry, called me a nut job. I have never been able to get beyond that. That was a year after I was abducted. The boys I dated tended to leave when they found out about the abduction. Initially, it was a locker room challenge to have sex with me, and then it was too much baggage, they would say. I eventually stopped trying.”
“Well, maybe that was your problem,” he whispered huskily. She met his eyes, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“You were going out with boys, not mature enough to take care of your needs. A man wouldn’t turn away from a woman like you. A man would stay and fight for you; a man would be patient and wait until you’re ready. They damn sure wouldn’t rush sex with a woman like you. I will wait until you’re ready and there’s not a chance I’ll rush. Which begs the question, are you sure about doing this now, tonight?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything.”
“Good, because I want to show you how good it can be. I need to show you how good it can be.”
Caleb knew how ashamed she felt about something she had no control over, and he hated that she felt that way. As tenderly as possible, he pulled on her chin with his thumb and forefinger until her eyes met his. He needed to see her eyes, needed to be able to gauge her comfort level as he traced her lips with his thumb.
Her eyes were clouded with desire.
“Let me show you…”
Let me show you… Wasn’t that what she had just been trying to do? The fear of rejection was so palpable that she could almost choke on it.
“I-I wanted to take control…”
“You can still have control. Anything you don’t like, stop me. I promise to not put my weight on you. I knew that was what scared you before.”
He had known. How could she have thought for a second he didn’t know how to handle her? She was sitting on his lap, straddling him, not sure what to do when she looked at him. Really looked at him and saw the desire in his eyes. Felt the desire evident in his pants, the desire that had not gone away in the last five minutes of conversation.
“Show me, please...and, if I freak out...just give me a second. Know that I want this. Know that I want you.”
Caleb pulled her
close and kissed each eye, each cheek, then her nose, and when his lips were a mere breath from hers, he whispered, “Know I want you, only you—today, tomorrow, always.” And then his lips descended on hers, parting them with a grace she didn’t know was possible, his tongue gently probing the inside of her mouth until he found hers.
Within a matter of seconds, dampness had pooled between her legs, a feeling she had only felt when she had indulged in her fantasies. Alone. The ache was so strong that it was almost painful. She needed him like she needed air to breathe, water to drink, food to live. Crushing him to her, she deepened the kiss, and when she thought she was about to combust, he pulled away and masterfully removed her shirt.
His mouth traveled to her bra covered breast, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, eliciting a moan. Yes, she moaned. Her hands were tangled in his hair, holding him against her as he tugged at the nipple that was peaked and fighting to get past the satin of her bra. With a growl deep in his throat, he unsnapped her bra and removed it. His mouth found her breast once again, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth. First one and then the other, back and forth, driving her crazy. She rocked against the hard bulge in his lap, needed the sensation desperately, and arched into his mouth.
Incredibly, she felt close to climax. The feeling was so intense, and he had only played with her nipples. Was that even possible? His hands were planted firmly, one on her ass and one on her lower back, while he continued to lick, nip, suck, and tease her pebble-hard nipples. With a sudden movement, he stood her up, swiftly pulling down her pants and underwear. Suddenly feeling exposed, her instinct was to cover her intimate parts of her body.
“Don’t,” he said gruffly. “Don’t hide yourself, let me see you.” Hesitantly, she removed her hand from her sopping wet crotch and her arm from her breasts. Trembling, she stood before him, until he stood and turned her and pushed her gently onto the couch. Spreading her legs as she sat, he kissed his way up her knee to her inner thigh and then he kissed her there, in the area that was throbbing with need.
As soon as his tongue touched her clitoris, her whole body jerked in response. How was it possible that the little pressure he had placed there could cause her to orgasm so quickly? His hand was splayed on her lower belly as he laved her with his tongue, her body jerking with each touch of his tongue to the overly-sensitized nub.
Once her body had stopped trembling, he looked up at her through his dark lashes. Slowly, he kissed his way up her body until he made it to her face, gently kissing her mouth. Impossibly, warmth began to spread through her, and she moaned again. He laughed softly in his throat.
“I don’t think you have a problem in this department after all. Though you may have just shattered.” It was her turn to laugh, and once her lips parted, he took the opportunity to deeply kiss her.
She moved against him, rubbing her groin against his. With unsteady fingers, she reached for his belt. Caleb must have sensed she wanted to do it herself because he waited patiently as she fumbled, but finally managed to undo the belt, then the button, until she slid the zipper down and placing her hand inside his pants, finally freed the erection that had been fighting to get loose. It was Caleb’s turn to groan as she wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erection.
“Oh, gah, Kara...careful. I might finish right now.” She smiled a wicked smile and licked her lips. “Uh-uh, not a chance. I see where your head's going and you need to keep your mouth away from Mr. Happy for now. I need to be inside you when I come.”
“Well, then, what’s taking you so long?” she whispered.
It was all he needed to hear as he rummaged in his pocket and then dropped his pants and underwear to the ground. Then he was back on his knees, seated between her legs, condom in hand, and the room got smaller, and things got real—fast.
“Stay with me,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her as he began to place the condom on his cock.
Reaching out, she stopped him. He took a deep breath and looked at her.
“Okay, just give me a second. I can stop. I just need a second.”
“No. No condom. He-he always used one and the smell...and, I’m on birth control. I just want to feel you, only you.” Her eyes pleaded with him, and without a moment’s hesitation, he threw it on top of his pants.
She relaxed into him, and he kissed her again. Kara almost forgot what they were about to do until she felt the pressure of his cock trying to penetrate her. She tensed again, and he broke the kiss. “Uh-uh, with me, just you and me. No reason to worry.” Kissing her between the words he spoke, she melted into him.
Pushing against her folds, he slowly entered the sanctity of her womanhood. When he would feel her tense, he would stop and back out; once she relaxed, he would move in again. It was an almost painstaking process, and she loved him for his patience. Before she knew what had happened, he was deep inside her, and she moaned in pleasure at the feeling. She wasn’t scared; she was just ready.
“Tight,” he whispered. “You are so wet and tight.” She dug her nails into his buttocks and wiggled, encouraging him to move. It didn’t take much to encourage him before he started to move. Thrusting slowly in and out, in and out, building the sensation that would lead her to another orgasm. She began to meet him part way, and he picked up the pace; thrusting harder into her each time he met her. It felt as if her body was about to overheat, and just when she couldn’t take anymore, she crested the peak, her body convulsing with the most incredible orgasm.
“That’s it, come with me.” And with a final thrust, Caleb also came, his body shaking as he spilled himself into her.
Once his body relaxed, he looked up at her. His face was startled as he looked at her.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” he asked, bewildered at the tears spilling down her face.
“No...no, it was amazing. You are amazing.” She melted into him while kissing him fiercely and felt him start to grow inside her again. Her eyes were wide when she looked at him.
“Sorry…” he said, and he was actually blushing.
“Can we? I mean, so soon?”
“Oh, baby, can we ever. But not here. I want you in your bed, on top of me. Nothing restraining you.” He stood and scooped her up, carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom.
He was livid. His blood was boiling, and he felt like he would erupt. She had gone to bed with the detective. After all these years, she had finally fucked someone, and it had to be that fucking, pretty boy, arrogant asshole of a detective. Sure, she had tried that one time all those years ago. What would she do if she knew that he had paid that college boy to fuck her, that he had told him that she liked it fast and hard? College boy didn’t know what the fuck had happened when she freaked out. It was an experiment. He had just wanted to see if she would, and she had performed beautifully when she freaked as soon as the hired idiot’s pathetic dick got past the folds of her pussy.
It made him feel omnipotent, that he could still control her months later and then years later. She was pathetic. She had never had a relationship beyond one or two dates; it was exhilarating that he controlled her so completely. After all those years, she was still cognizant of the power those four days had over her. Then she moved back, not part of his plan, but he couldn’t have planned it better himself.
Until that asshole moved in on her. He saw it right away, the way she looked at that detective. He could practically smell her arousal in her house the night he watched her sleeping, and that was only after just meeting Montgomery.
And now she had slept with him. Not awkward sex, which he had hoped would be the case if she went through with it. No, she went and fucked him. On her couch, in her living room, where anyone could have walked by and seen what was happening. Sure, the blinds were drawn, but come on, in this day and age that really didn’t stop people.
After all, no one had found the hi-tech cameras he had placed all through her house. She couldn’t even take a piss without him seeing her. He smiled briefly at the thought of th
e camera that looked right into her pussy as she pissed. So, at least no one had found the cameras or the tracking device he had placed on her phone. They really did underestimate him.
25
Morning came in a silent crescendo. Kara had slept better than she had in ten long years. Her room was bathed in light, and she realized that she hadn’t drawn the curtains in her room. Normally, this would have sent her into a near panic attack, but as she stretched and felt the long, lean, and warm body next to her, she had not a care in the world.
She sighed deeply. She had mind-blowing sex with Caleb, not once, not twice, but all night long. Not only that, but she had so many orgasms, she lost count. Her body ached everywhere, but all the aches were in good places. This was what it was supposed to be like. The smile on her face couldn’t get any bigger as she burrowed into the blankets and the arms of the man she had fallen hopelessly head over heels for.
In that brief instance, in that cocoon of happiness, she was certain there was nothing that could ruin the moment. This was what she had longed for, had fought for the chance of having, and nothing was going to stop her from having it.
Breakfast in bed! She should make him breakfast in bed. With another stretch and a yawn, she made to move out of the warmth of his embrace but was met with resistance. The slumbering man was not slumbering at all, judging by the hardness pressing into her backside and the growl emanating from his throat.
“Where do you think you’re going, woman?”
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