Wicked Lovers 06.5 Wicked All The Way (6 page)

She hooked her arms around his neck and dragged him up to
her. His mouth fastened over hers, and it was not simple or gentle or measured.
His tongue prowled inside, taking absolute possession. He kissed her as if he
had every right to every part of her body and he intended to prove it.
Dizziness left her in a shimmering haze of passion. It ignited, firing her
desire to feel him deep. Thoughts fled. Insecurities silenced. Never had she
wanted like this, never known such arousal existed.

Caleb came up with a gasp and wrenched away, balancing on
his knees. “I left the damn condoms in the truck. But I’m clean and I’ve had a
vasectomy.”

She had never had to think about such things. She and
Eduardo had let God determine how many children they conceived before his
death. Gordon had never wanted children and had always worn a condom every
single time.

“I… Yes. I understand.”

“How long has it been for you, Lottie? I’m at the edge of my
control, but I will
not
hurt you. I
swear it.”

“Almost four years,” she whispered. “When I discovered that
Gordon had been unfaithful, I told him that unless he would be faithful, I
would not welcome him intimately.”

Shock crossed Caleb’s face, followed by determination. “I
will do everything I can to make sure you never regret being with me.”

Trust did not come easily for her, but Carlotta had no doubt
he meant every word.

“Why are you still talking?” she whispered coyly.

“I’m not. And the only words I want to hear from you are
about what feels good. And feel free to scream.” He grinned.

Her belly tightened. Her folds not only hummed to life, but
screamed with need.

Then he ripped her panties from her hips with big, urgent
hands. She was still gasping when he pried her thighs open and cupped her mound
with his huge, bare hand. His skin was hot, and his touch was a shock. Her back
bowed and electricity raced down her thighs, then up again to settle under her
slick, needy folds. Gently, he ground the heel of his palm against the most
sensitive nerves. Sensations soared up, then up again, and up some more.

“So wet, Lottie.” He parted her folds with his fingers, then
toyed with that button of nerves, a gentle circle that had her mewling. “That
feel good, baby? You want more?”

Blindly, she clutched at him and nodded, lifting her hips in
supplication. Oh, he was going to give her an orgasm, and with so little
effort. The promise of the pleasure just out of reach was a stunning, welcome
surprise.

“Caleb!”

“That’s it… Let it build. Let it feel so good. You’re
getting close, aren’t you? Yeah. So damn hot, baby. Now look at me, Lottie.
Right at me. I want to see your face when you—”

Her eyes flew open as the ecstasy rushed in, converging
right between her legs, then exploded in a torrent of astonishing bliss that
flooded her entire body. Her womb pulsed. Her body blazed. The power of it was
enough to light up Mexico City. Long and breath stealing and amazing, the
orgasm dazzled. His hot blue stare locked onto her eyes, taking her captive and
refusing to let her go. Vaguely, she realized that she was screaming and her
voice echoed through the empty house.

Then she was freefalling in the aftermath, but she need not
have worried. Caleb was there to catch her, with his arms around her, pressing
his lips to hers.

“God, that was beautiful, baby.” His harsh, trembling
whisper made her smile.

“It felt…like nothing I have ever known.” She batted her
lashes shyly, feeling rosy and damp and beautiful. “More?”

His blue stare pinned her in place. “No man has ever made
you come with his hand?”

She blushed furiously and couldn’t quite meet his stare.
Hopefully, he would understand. “With his hand, his mouth, his…anything. Ever.”

“If I have my way, it won’t be the last time,” Caleb
drawled.

Not by a long shot.
Amazing that no man had ever managed to make her come. Well, on the other hand,
maybe it wasn’t. Not Gordon anyway. He was an asswipe of the first order,
clearly. Anyone else she’d slept with didn’t matter. If Caleb had his way, he
would be her last lover—and her best. Because for him, she had been like a
spark plug, firing quickly and powerfully. He wanted to see that again.

Caleb inched down her body, spreading kisses as he
descended. Fuck, she smelled so good. Her arousal perfumed the air, and the
olfactory high was making him dizzy. God knew it had made his cock steel hard
long ago.

Then he reached between her legs, pried her open with his
thumbs, and let his tongue drown in her sweetness. Carlotta gasped, clutching
at his head.

“What are you…oh!”

“Tasting you, Lottie. I want you to come on my tongue.”

She panted, writhing as he laved her clit, then sucked it
into his mouth. “Men do this?”

Obviously not the men she’d been with. Had they all been
fucktards in bed? Whatever… Corrupting her would be so much fun.

His blood surged at that thought, and he settled supine
between her legs, putting one on each shoulder. Jesus, she was more
intoxicating than a fifth of scotch. His body hummed as he sucked her clit into
his mouth and soaked in her little cries. She thrashed under his mouth and his
hands, totally lost to passion. She was stunning. Her heart might be guarded,
but her body was wide open. Caleb hoped like hell that Carlotta letting him
touch her flesh meant that he was beginning to earn her trust. Maybe after
this, he’d get behind her walls, too—and closer to that heart.

“Caleb…” She arched as she panted his name. Her pussy gushed
for him.

Yes, she was getting close again. He reveled in the sound
and feel of her surrender. His tongue slid up between her slick folds, settling
for a long moment just under her clit. Then he gave her a firm stroke of the
little bud, concentrating on the hard tip that peeked out. Her breathing grew
choppier. She grabbed for him with frantic fingers. Looking up the soft curves
of her body, he lifted his gaze to her face. Their stares locked. Her melted
chocolate eyes on him felt like a jerk of his cock. Damn it to hell, he wanted
inside this woman. He wanted to slide so deep, stay there, and show her that
was where he belonged.

Not once after Amanda had left him had he ever imagined
making another woman his own. He hadn’t wanted to. Now… This one wasn’t getting
away.

“Come for me, baby.”

Her breathing stopped. Her entire body tightened and
stiffened. He drove two fingers in her pussy and quickly found her most
sensitive spot, rubbing in slow, firm circles. She gasped with a long, shocked
intake of air. That spot against his fingers softened. Then her clit turned to
stone under his tongue. And she screamed.

It was the hottest fucking sound he’d ever heard.

Her flavor slid over his tongue. So damn sweet. God, did she
have any idea that he was going to chase her around this house for the next
three days, trying to get his mouth on her pussy? Probably not, but she’d figure
it out fast.

Shudders wracked her, crashing through her system over and
over until her entire body relaxed. Now she was soft and sated. Now she would
welcome him into her body.

Now he was going to stake his claim.

Caleb sat back on his knees and reached for his zipper. “You
look so gorgeous laying there all flushed with your legs spread. Damn, baby…”

“It is immodest.” She tried to sit up.

Gently, he pushed her back down. “Modesty has no place in
bed with us. There’s nothing polite about what I plan to do to you. And I want
you to understand now that I don’t intend to settle for the parts of you that
you want to show me or that you think are nice. Right now, I want to fuck you.
Hard. Then later, I’m going to love you so gently. But you’re not going to hide
or keep any part of your passion from me.”

“Is this not just sex?”

He gritted his teeth. Is that what she thought? Why would he
risk upsetting her or the family dynamic to get laid? “No, it’s not. I’m going
to show you what this is.”

Caleb tore open the snap of his jeans. His zipper hissed in
the veritable silence. Her stare singed him. As he shoved his pants and
boxer-briefs down and took his cock in hand, her eyes widened. She gasped. He
grinned.

His phone rang.

Closing his eyes, he stared at the ceiling. The ringtone was
Hunter’s.

With a snarled curse, he pulled the device from his pocket
and answered it. “What?”

“Wow, grouchy. And here I thought you’d be happy that I
brought you some help. Kata got called into work for a few hours, so I dragged
Deke and Tyler away from their cozy love nests. We should be there in less than
five.”

He opened his mouth to tell Hunter to go to hell for an
hour, but Hunter had already hung up. Carlotta had apparently heard every word his
son had said and gave a sharp sound of distress before hopping to her feet.

“Carlotta…” God, he was ready to beg her. And after seeing
her body, it seemed a shame to cover it up.

Her hands fluttered. Panic held her eyes wide. She took one
look at her ripped panties and her jaw dropped. Then she looked ready to kill
him.

Fuck, the mood was gone.

Shoving his cock back in his jeans, he zipped up and stood.
“This isn’t over, Lottie. For now, go to the bathroom, and I’ll bring you your
suitcase. You can change there.”

Palpable relief crossed her face. “Thank you.”

She looked around for something to cover herself with, but
he gathered her blouse, her skirt, her shoes, then pointed down the hall behind
her with a grin. “Bathroom is that way.”

Carlotta reached out for her clothes. Caleb shrugged and
handed them to her. Even if she held them, she’d find it damn hard to cover her
ass as she walked away. His smile widened.

“I will dress here.”

“The windows are wide open.”

As if realizing that anyone could look in and see her naked,
she jumped away from them with a squeal and clutched her clothes tighter to her
chest. Shame to cover up such a fine view, but he’d make certain to see it
again.

“But if I walk down the hall naked, you will look at me.”

“Damn straight. Get used to it, woman.”

Carlotta tsked at him. “You are a wicked man.”

“Oh, you have no idea. But I’ll make sure you find out
soon.” He winked.

She rolled her dark eyes, but he saw a ghost of a smile
playing at her lips as she turned away.

Caleb stared, watching as she made her way to the bathroom.
She might have put a little extra sway into that sashay down the hall, but it
confirmed what he knew. “Nice ass.”

She darted into the bathroom and hid behind the door, then
peeked around it and stuck her tongue out at him before slamming the door
closed. He chuckled as he threw his shirt on over his head and fished the keys
out of his pocket, happily plotting ways to kill his son.

After retrieving her suitcase from the truck and carrying it
down the hall, he knocked, and she opened the door a fraction to grab it. She
said nothing, but her dark eyes danced with mischief, promised more sensual
delights…and maybe a bit of retribution for making her walk to the bathroom
naked under his watchful gaze. Caleb looked forward to that.

She’d no more than shut herself in the bathroom again when
someone pounded on the front door then opened it. With a whoop and stomping of
feet, the solitude was broken.

“Dad?” Hunter called.

He dragged a hand over his hair, then took in a deep breath,
reminding himself that responsible parents didn’t eat their young. “Coming
out.”

Making his way down the hall, he found Hunter, his
son-in-law, Deke, and family friend Tyler all standing in the great room,
taking up most of the space—and staring at Carlotta’s ripped panties on the
floor.

Fuck!
He winced as
he bent to pick them up and shove them in his pocket. “When she comes out of
the bathroom, not a fucking word. Not a laugh. Not a glance. Not a raised brow.
Nothing. Do you understand me?”

“Tell me that isn’t…” Hunter’s jaw dropped. “You’re fucking
my mother-in-law?”

Caleb gritted his teeth. “I would have if you didn’t have
such impeccable goddamn timing.”

Beside Hunter, Deke burst out laughing. Tyler followed.
Hunter just swore.

“You told me to stop ogling her ass, so I did.”

Hunter held up a hand. “I don’t want to know what else you
did or might do to her ass. Just…stop there.”

“I wasn’t in the mood to share. Trust me.” Caleb sighed.

“What is she doing here?”

“She’s decorating. I’ll fix shit, but color palettes and
throw pillows…not my thing. Since you’ve ruined the getting busy I had in mind,
why don’t you three go unload the truck. We’ve already been by the store and
picked up most of the stuff we need to get started.”

He tossed Deke the keys to his truck, and the big man caught
them in one fist, then grinned. Tyler headed for the door with a chuckle.

His son-in-law slapped Hunter on the back. “Look on the
bright side, man. Happy mother-in-law can equal some serious peace in your
house. She won’t be trying to run your show.”

“She doesn’t anyway.”

Deke shrugged. “If Carlotta is happy, Kata will be happy.
That can only be good for you, dude.”

Hunter hesitated. “True. It’s just a little weird. My dad
and my mother-in-law…”

“Get used to it,” Caleb growled.

Rearing back, Hunter blinked at him. “Are you fucking
serious?”

“Back down, man.” Deke tried to soothe Hunter.

“What? We don’t get to be as happy as you and Kata?”

Hunter smiled wide. “It’s not that. I just never thought you
or Carlotta would get serious about anyone ever again. I’m just shocked. But
it’s a good shock.”