The Lover (Blazing Hearts) (3 page)

Kaleb moaned into Erica
’s mouth as he lifted her, setting her up and onto the bar top. He’d been thinking about doing this very thing since he’d first laid eyes upon her again the night before. Dammit. She was still a hellcat. And he loved it.

She wanted his cock
so she bent, needing to use his shoulders to brace herself with one hand as she pumped his cock with her other. He smiled at her as he shook his head. “Now, I get to taste you.”

She groaned, reaching for him. “
Kaleb.”

Undoing
her jeans, he grinned and then jerked on her pants, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. He focused on her pink panties and lowered his head, inhaling deep. She smelled divine. He eased her panties lower, and when he found a small thatch of auburn curls on her mound, he couldn’t stop himself. He buried his face in it. He parted her slit and licked a line up it, her sweet taste coating his tongue.

Erica tossed her head back, her long hair spilling over the side of the
bar top. She was a vision of beauty and sex. He slid his tongue over her clit and eased a finger into her, instantly moaning at the feel of how tight she was. She responded for him quickly, just as she’d always done.

Damn
, he’d missed her. More than he’d ever admitted to himself.

Missed the sight of her. The taste of her.

She squirmed on the bar top, grinding her hips up against his mouth, her pussy dampening under the weight of his touch. His cock hardened. He licked her more, the taste of her coating his tongue. His entire body thrummed with need to be one with her. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed the feel of her until now.

Erica
gasped and ground up against him. She ran her hands through his hair and tugged at him. He looked up at her to see need raw on her face.

“
I want you in me,” she said, in a low tone.

O
h, he had every intention in being in her. But first he’d please her. He’d make her come so hard and so long she’d never want to be away from him again. He slid his tongue over her clit and she moaned, thrusting up, her pussy visibly clenching. He pushed a finger into her, fucking her with it. Soon he’d replace it with his cock and she’d be his fully once more.

For good.

Kaleb wasn’t one for admitting a weakness, and to him Erica was a big one, but being with her again changed that. He knew now that he didn’t want to live without her again and he didn’t care how weak it made him look.

He pushed his finger in and out of her more, his tongue working her clit. She came with fiery passion, crying out his name as her cream coated his finger. Kaleb
climbed up and over her. He aligned with her entrance. She was tight but wet. It took some maneuvering but he managed to get a condom from his pants pocket, open it and slip it on before sliding into Erica.

Groaning, he pushed in deep. Her slick tightness held firm to hi
m, causing his breath to catch. She eased her legs around him more, increasing the depth of his thrusts. He gritted his teeth, wanting to whisper words she wasn’t ready to hear just yet.

Hell, words he wasn
’t sure he was fully ready to
say
.

He kissed her a
gain, the taste of her sex on his mouth and now hers as well. Dammit. Did she have to feel so good? Did she have to make him lose control so quickly?

Yes.

Erica would have it no other way. He knew as much.

She bucked under him, making him go deeper. His ba
ll sac drew up and he knew he’d come sooner rather than later at the rate he was going. He wasn’t proud of that fact. Normally, he had great control. Not with her.

Never with her.

Her pussy pulled his shaft, drawing moans of pleasure from him. He drilled into her and lost control of his thrust. She broke under him, coming hard and long, her pussy milking his cock. He could hold back no more. He let lose, sinking deep into her.

He thought she might push him off her and send him tumbling to the bar f
loor. She touched his cheek, her lips meeting his. They kissed until Kaleb had no choice but to withdraw from her.

He removed the condom and
stared down at her, already knowing he wouldn’t bounce back if she left town again. She was his. As sobering as the thought was, it was the truth. One he’d spent too long blinded to. He wouldn’t let any more time be wasted. He just needed a way to make her see as much.

Bringing Kaleb home with her had sounded like a good idea when basking in
the afterglow of her orgasm. Having him in her tiny, one-bedroom, rather run-down place, she wasn’t so sure anymore. With him in her home it said she was accepting more and wanting more.

Could she? Was she?

She headed to the kitchen, or what was currently being pawned off as a kitchen. It had a small one-bowl sink, one cabinet with a tiny countertop on it that currently housed a hot plate and a college-sized refrigerator. Oddly, the little apartment had become home in her mind.

From t
he expression on Kaleb’s face, he was shocked she was living like this. It was what she could afford. She’d heard he’d done well for himself. His truck cost more than everything she currently had in her tiny place and then some.

He set his truck keys on th
e card table near the beat-up, old, plaid, recliner. The place had come furnished and she hadn’t been in a position to be picky.

Kaleb
’s gaze swept to her. She knew what the look meant. Knew what he was thinking. She didn’t need to be told he thought this wasn’t good enough for her. She felt the ice around her heart melting away even more in regards to him.

“
Bedroom is this way,” she said, wanting to think of anything other than the fact she wasn’t over him and probably never would be.

“
Erica.” He covered the distance between them and took her hand in his. “I have a ton of room at my place.”

She put her fingers to his lips, silencing him. Tears threatened to fall
, but somehow she held them back. “Take me to bed, Kaleb. Please.”

He nodded and kissed the
tips of her finger. Tingles moved through her hand and up her arm, settling in her chest. This man excited her in ways no others ever had.

He nipped playfully at her fingers and then waggled his brows. He scooped her up and she laughed, her arms going around
his neck as he led her through the door to her bedroom. Thankfully, he didn’t comment on the small size or the fact the bed had a permanent dip on the right side. One she hadn’t put in.

He laid her out on the bed and stood, removing his clothing slowly, hi
s gaze never leaving her. The man got better looking every time she saw him. She still couldn’t get over just how muscular he was now. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and everything looked so chiseled. She wanted to lick every inch of him. She doubted he’d object.

She reached for him but he bent, his hands going to the tops of her jeans. He undid them slowly, kissing the exposed flesh there. She gasped and laid back fully on the bed, letting him remove her jeans and kiss his way down her inner thighs.
He bit lightly at her skin, making her giggle with a combination of need and nerves.

He parted her slit
, and the minute his tongue came into contact with her clit, she nearly came directly up and off the bed. Her pussy was soaked and the sweet kisses to her clit only added to it. He pushed a finger into her core and she moaned, her body tingling, ready and willing to come.

Kaleb laughed against her mound and finger
-fucked her more. He used his thumb on her clit and she orgasmed nearly instantly. Heat flushed up her neck and face and she made a strangled noise as her pussy convulsed around his finger.

He eased up and over her, pushing up her shirt, his mouth moving over her nipple as his cockhead lined up with her pussy. He thrust in and Erica cried out, her b
ody still under the aftereffects of her orgasm. Each pump, each push sent her over the edge of culmination. She knew she sounded more animal than human but she didn’t care.

Wrapping her legs around Kaleb
’s waist, she held tight to him, coming harder, knowing that with each passing moment she was surrendering more and more of her heart to this man, as well as her body.

Erica countered his thrusts, rotating her hips, drawing out the feeling of pleasure. He grunted and lost his momentum a moment, his lips graz
ing her ear. “I love you,” he whispered.

Her body tightened.

Erica wanted to shout, to run, to do anything. Instead, she came again, her body too satisfied with what was happening for her mind to fully catch up on all that had been said. She clung to Kaleb as he rammed in deep, holding steady, coming in hot waves.

She panted, her hands running through his hair. She knew she should return the words but she couldn
’t. Not yet. She needed time. And she needed to be sure he hadn’t just said them in the heat of passion.

At the knock,
Erica opened the door to her apartment and couldn’t stop the smile that came to her lips as she spotted Kaleb standing there, a dozen roses in hand and a white take-out bag in the other from the diner in the center of town. She’d woken alone, assuming he’d run out on her, having a change of mind and heart about what they’d done.

He wagg
led his dark brows and held the bag higher. “Brought breakfast.”

She stepped back, letting him through. “
I thought you hightailed it out of here.”

“
Nope,” he said, easing against her, his body hard and hot.

She took a deep breath. “
Mmm, that smells good.”

He laughed and dipped his head, kissing her again. “
Come on.”

He
walked through her place to the small table for two. He went about setting coffee and pastries out for them. She turned to get napkins, and when she returned to the table there was an extra box near her plate. It was small and black.

“
Kaleb?”

He pursed his
lips before paling slightly. As he went to one knee, she froze. “Erica, this is gonna result in a no. I know that but I’m askin’ all the same. See, I let you slip out of my grasp years ago and I don’t plan on lettin’ that happen again.”

She swayed and he
caught her hands, his gaze locking on hers.

“
Marry me.”

She blinked in surprise. “
You are not the marrying type.”

His lips twitched. “
This here ring says otherwise.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “
Where did you get a ring this time of day?”

He blushed. “
I’ve got friends, and when I called them at the crack of dawn tellin’ them I wanted to make you my wife, they practically fell over themselves to help me make it happen.”

She watched him carefully. “
You don’t have to put a ring on my finger to get me to stay or to have access to my body.”

“
I’m puttin’ a ring on your finger because I love you, woman. Because I want you to know I’m in it for the long haul.”

“
You’re done with all the other women?”

His gaze bore into her. “
You are the only woman for me. I told you I love you and I damn well meant it.”

She fought the tears wanting to come. “
I love you too.”

He winked. “
I have that affect on the ladies.”

Laughing, she bent and put her hands over his and the box. “
Can I have time to think about it?”

He glanced to the
floor and nodded. “That isn’t a no, so yeah. I guess.”

“
Kaleb,” she said, lowering herself before him. “You’re right. It’s not a no.”

THE END

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