SASSY IN STILETTOS ARe version (15 page)

Shit
. And he’d thought
dry humping as a teenager was frustrating. Clamping both hands on her hips, he
held her still and continued to devour her. When she came, he would be inside
her. When her orgasm hit, it would be with the slick walls of her sex around
the length of him.

He broke their kiss and traced a path of open-mouthed
kisses along the column of her neck. His hands controlling the movements of her
hips now, he eased her moist heat against his throbbing erection in a pace that
he could manage. He tucked her close, then tilted her away, tucked her close
again, and away. Over and over he set the new pace, letting her know that he
was in charge.

She tasted sweet and spicy. And her hair smelled
like heaven—summer strawberries. With a growl, he shifted their positioning,
tossing her beneath him on the couch. With too rough hands, he tugged at the
fabric of her panties, and a small tearing sound echoed in the quiet of the
night.

Micha moaned at the sound, and if possible he felt
more heat pouring off her already wet center. Her fingernails dug into his back,
scoring the skin, and she called out his name. Fire burned where her nails tore
flesh.

Taking the cue from her, he reached for the hem of
her camisole and shredded it from belly to neckline, baring her breasts to his
view. Her nipples were a dusky rose.

He sucked one pebble into his mouth and grazed
with his teeth. He tugged gently and used his fingers to pinch and pluck the
other puckered nipple. When he’d had his fill of one, he moved to her other
breast and laved at her like she was ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Caleb, please.” She reached between them and
cupped him through his boxers. Her eyes flared. “God, you’re big.”

With one stroke of her delicate hand, she had him
on the brink of orgasm. Lust raged in his veins, and he couldn’t for the life
of him remember why he was supposed to go slow. He burned for her.

Impatient, he divested her of the remainder of the
barely-there panties, the same way he’d taken care of that worthless cami. Merely
hearing the tearing of the rest of the fabric brought him closer to the brink.

Impatiently, he reached over to the coffee table
and snatched up his wallet and pulled out a condom before tossing it back on
the coffee table. After making quick work of his boxers and the condom, he
positioned himself between her thighs again. With wide, grey eyes, she stared
up at him like she was holding her breath.

He stroked her wet slit with the backs of his
knuckles, and she rolled her hips into the caress, moaning for him. Her wetness
coated his knuckles with her juices. “God, you’re already so wet.” He stroked
again.

Micha tossed her head back. “Jesus, Caleb, please
don’t tease.”

He chuckled as he slid a finger inside her,
reaching into her slick depths. Slowly, he retreated then added another finger.
With his thumb, he teased her clitoris by making light circles. Her hips
rocketed off the couch, and still he slid his fingers into her.

When she widened her thighs, he inhaled. He loved
her scent, spicy and decedent. He had to taste her. When he lowered his head,
she mewled. He deliberately blew a cooling breath over her pussy lips, and she
shook beneath him. He licked the length of her cleft and relished in her unique
flavor. Devouring her. He avoided her clit deliberately. He meant what he’d
said—when she came, it would be because he was inside her.

She attempted to tug him up by yanking on his
hair, drawing him closer to her. “Caleb please, I need you. I can’t—”

He kissed a path up her body again, pausing
momentarily at her breasts. Then he positioned his cock at her entrance. With
one stroke, he slid into her to the hilt. She cried out as he groaned.

“You are so tight.” He withdrew an inch and
re-seated himself inside her. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Ecstasy and white-hot bliss exploded in his body. He
buried his face in Micha’s neck as he struggled to conquer the blistering need
to claim her hard and quick. She felt like heaven.  Soft, silken heaven wrapped
around his cock. At that moment, a hundred armed men could have come charging
through her front door and he would have been powerless to leave her.

“Caleb, I need to come. Please make me come.” She
dug her nails into his back again.

Though clenched teeth, he muttered, “Shit, Micha. Stop
that. Otherwise, we won’t be here for long.”

She placed an open-mouthed kiss on his shoulder. “I
don’t want to stop. I want you hard and fast, Caleb. I’m not some delicate
flower. I need this.” Her hands slid to his ass, massaged the bunched muscles,
then drew his hips forward and tucked him further inside her.

That was the moment his body snatched control from
his brain. He drove into her with enough power to make her gasp. No matter what
happened, he was never leaving Micha Bennett if he could help it.

***

Micha
arched her back under Caleb as his cock stretched her. As he slid into her
again, he rubbed against her G-spot, and she moaned. God, he felt so good. His
cock sliding in and out of her was what she needed. What she’d been craving
since she’d first met him.

With a growl, he shifted their position so she sat
astride him and he stared up at her under hooded eyes. “Ride me, baby, it’s
your show.”

And she did. Rising over him again and again, she
took what she needed. He clamped his hands on her hips and held on, digging his
fingers into her flesh.

As he drove into her with thrust after thrust, he
stared up at her, eyes adoring, full of lust and…something else she couldn’t
quite place. Unable to take the intimacy, she closed her eyes, wanting to only
focus on the feelings, how he touched her, how the desire and need unfurled
within her. But Caleb had other plans.

With his thumb and forefinger, took hold of her
chin. “Look at me, Micha.”

She stubbornly refused to open her eyes. And he
immediately stopped thrusting. She snapped her eyes open. “Caleb!”

“I asked you to look at me.”

Heat flushed her face. “I…it’s too much.”

He shook his head and started moving inside her
again. “No. It’s perfect.” Pulling her close and levering himself up so they
were in a more seated position, he kissed her slow and deep, brooking no
argument from her. When he pulled back from the kiss, he resumed the deep
thrusts into her. Gently this time, as if they had all the time in the world. “I
want you to be well aware of who’s inside you. Who’s making you feel this. I’m
not some inanimate object that will get you off. I’m a man.”

Pleasure rode her spine, urging her to go faster,
and she rocked against him. “I know you’re a man.”

Caleb pumped inside her again. “I’m glad you know.”
Capturing her nipple again, he pinched gently, and her inner walls quickened.

He repeated the motion. Harder this time. She
groaned as bliss chased the initial sting of pain.

“You like that?” His piercing green gaze settled
on her.

She nodded. “Y-yes.”

He repeated it, and she tossed her head back. “Caleb,
please. I need—”

With his other hand, he reached between them and
stroked her clit.

“Caleb!” To allow him better access, she braced
her arms behind her on his knees as she enjoyed his deft thumb and his hard
strokes.  

Micha’s orgasm crashed into her so fast she lost
her balance on his knees and fell back. Shocks rippled through her body, and
she groaned. 

With a muffled curse, Caleb grabbed her hips and
held tight as he increased his pace. With three more thrusts, he jerked and
threw his whole body back. Inside her, his dick twitched and she knew he was
coming.

Unable to move on her own, she allowed him to pull
her close. He kissed her temple and her forehead and her cheeks, before
settling the discarded blanket around them. She made to get up, and he stilled
her.

“No. Not yet. I want to hold you for a minute.”

As sleep snuck in like a thief on her consciousness,
Micha prayed she would never have to leave his arms.

Micha woke in a warm cocoon. It couldn’t be morning,
because sunlight had yet to stream through her blinds. Micha snuggled deeper
under the covers towards the source of the warmth. When she came in contact with
a warm body, her eyes popped open. Was that a—?

Oh yeah, that was certainly a penis. Instantly,
her memory wiped away the morning fog.
Oh God, Caleb
.
Micha winced as she remembered how she’d walked out into her front room and
climbed on top of him. Oh God, what the hell had she done?
Oh,
you know what you did
. Okay, so she’d slept with him. More like fucked
him actually. Right here. On her couch. A couch she would never be able to look
at the same again.

Idiot
. What the hell had
possessed her to do such a thing?
His abs
.  
That pretty face, that fine ass.
Yeah, so maybe she knew
what had possessed her, but she knew better. This was not going to end well. At
all.
Fuck, fuck, fuck
. He snored behind her with an
arm firmly around her waist.

Unable to help herself, she inhaled his unique
scent. Sandalwood, and musk, and Caleb. God, she loved that smell. It made her
feel safe and loved.

But she wasn’t loved. And this was a disaster
waiting to happen. It would be awkward as hell for a couple of days. Maybe a week.
Perhaps a month or two. No, make that a few years, but this wasn’t going to
happen again. He was practically her family, and she wouldn’t fuck up her life
here. This was the only family she had, and she would not be screwing it up
like this again.

She allowed herself one last indulgent sniff
before she gently peeled his arm off her waist. His cock pressed into her flesh
insistently, and she smirked. “Yeah, buddy, I’d like another round of that
myself, but we don’t always get what we want.”

Rolling off the couch easily, she gently tucked
his arm back. As big as he was, it was any wonder they’d fit on the thing
together. She’d bought an extra deep sectional because she loved spending her
Sundays lying about doing absolutely nothing but reading magazines and watching
bad reality TV like Basketball Bitches and Hip Hop Love. Ooh and Shas of Los
Angeles. It was her relaxation place. But now, she’d always look at it and
think of Caleb, and the way he’d filled her. Caressing her back and kissing her
as he sank into her.

Her belly bottomed out, and she bit back a moan. That
man was born to have sex. It was just like she’d imagined.  He was sure and
sexy and knew his way around a woman’s body. But he was also surprisingly gentle,
which was a surprise, given how big he was. He’d treated her like she was
cherished. Instead of the fuck it had been. He’d managed to make it feel like…love.

Micha shook her head to clear the fantasy. Love
wasn’t in the cards for her. Especially not with Caleb Atkins. She snagged her T-shirt
off the floor and tiptoed into the bedroom to sleep in her own bed, all the
while praying that she hadn’t ruined everything.

***

Caleb had known Micha wouldn’t stay. He’d expected
her to leave long before she had, but the moment she’d stirred in his arms,
pain had sliced though his chest. He wasn’t fool enough to think last night
changed anything between them. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t hoped. The moment
that fine ass of hers had started to wiggle, he’d been sandblasted awake by
lust from the inside out. He’d had all kinds of other plans for her that
morning. But after making love twice, they’d both passed out.
Great Caleb, not only are you breaking a cardinal rule sleeping
with a client, but you were out cold
.

If her stalker had been around, there would have
been all kinds of trouble. He knew better. Fuck.

Knowing he wasn’t going to get any more sleep, he
sat up and rubbed his eyes. The cable box time read four-thirty. Earlier than
he’d like but not like it was two in the morning. He sent a quick text to one
of the guys he had posted downstairs to come up and relieve him. He needed to
make a couple of calls to check on Sabine and her little guest. Then he’d grab
Micha some breakfast for after their run. She had a thing for scones and
clotted cream. God, he was a mess. He had to get a handle on himself before he
endangered her any further.

At the soft knock on the door, he tossed on boxers
and the pair of sweats he’d brought over the night before. Quickly cleaning up
behind himself, he left no evidence of their love making or that he’d ever even
been there.

As he walked out, he locked up behind him using
the spare key. Tom Meyers and Sarah Vincent waited outside the door.

“Hey guys, how you feeling?”

“I’m good,” Tom said.

Sarah only nodded.

Tom was most senior on his team. They’d served
together in Afghanistan. After college, he’d done back-to-back tours, earning
himself a reputation for getting the job done. He’d done a run with the state
department. When his last job went bad, he’d struck out on his own. 

“You’re alert enough to handle another couple of
hours?”

Tom frowned at him like he was an idiot. “Yep. We’re
on it.”

He didn’t hire slouches. Tom would stay awake and
alert for another two days if he was asked. But this was Micha. He didn’t want
to take any chances with her. “If Micha wakes up and is looking for me, tell
her I’ll be back, and I want her to stay put until I get back to take her on
her run. If she insists on going,” and knowing Micha, she would, “Then I want
you to go with her.”

“Sure thing.”

Caleb didn’t like Micha’s protection left to
someone else, but there was no avoiding it. He needed to do some research on
her past and the people in it. There was no way of doing that without her
getting upset about it. But he’d find out what she’d been through and eliminate
the threat if it was the same one.