“Look at me.”

I shake my head no.

“Hey, baby, look at me.” His voice is gentle and when I lift my eyes to his, they’re possessive and hot.

Really fucking hot.

“You haven’t had sex since you and Jeff divorced.” It’s not a question.

I nod.

“Damn,” he whispers and kisses my forehead, down to my eyes and then my cheeks. “Bryn, I’m clean. I promise. I don’t want a barrier between us. I’ve wanted you for far too long, forever it feels like, and I just want to feel you.”

“I’m on the pill,” I whisper against his lips and grin as I circle my hips again and he pulls back until the blunt head of his dick pushes against my entrance, and then slowly, inch-by-inch, he fills me.

“Holy Mary mother of God,” he moans and stares down at me in awe. “You are so fucking tight.”

“You are so fucking big,” I counter.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks with a frown.

“No,” I shake my head and glide my hands down his back to his ass and back up again.

“I have to move,” he groans and begins to slowly push and pull inside me, allowing my body to adjust to him. “Wrap those amazing legs around me.”

I comply, linking my ankles behind his back and wrap my arms around his neck, cradling him close. I love having his weight on me. I love feeling his breath against my neck. I love the way he smells and the noises he makes, like he just can’t get enough of me.

“Oh, God,” I murmur as he picks up the tempo and runs one big hand down my side to grip my hip and hold me steady as he begins to ride me hard.

Nothing has ever felt so damn good.

Reaching between us, I push my hand down to where we’re joined and can feel the root of him as he disappears inside me, then slip my fingers up to circle around my clit.

“Oh, fuck yes, touch yourself,” he mutters, watching my fingers make small circles around my nub. “God that’s hot.”

“Caleb,” I gasp and tilt my pelvis. “Oh God, I’m gonna…”

“Yes, baby. Go on.” He kisses me hard, his tongue slips between my lips to dance with my own and I feel that now-familiar pull low in my belly as my muscles clench around him and I buck beneath him, calling out as I fall over the edge.

“Brynna,” Caleb whispers hoarsely as he buries his face in my neck and comes inside me, shuddering with his own climax.

After long minutes of laying like this, with Caleb still inside me, our breathing calms and he pulls out of me, rolls away and pushes my hair off my face as he says, “Stay here.”

He walks into the bathroom, and I hear water running, and he comes back into the bedroom with a wet cloth and a towel.

“I can clean myself up,” I remind him dryly.

“I know,” he replies but continues to slowly clean between my legs, then dries me off.

“Can you please hand me my tank and yoga pants?” I ask.

“I prefer you naked,” he frowns.

“I live in a house with two six-year-olds,” I remind him with a smirk. “They jump into bed with me at the drop of a dime. No one sleeps naked around here.”

“They aren’t here,” he reminds me and slides into the bed beside me as he pulls the covers up over us. “So maybe tonight can be an exception.”

“Do you always get everything you want?” I ask and wrap a leg over his hip as I get closer to him.

“No,” he shakes his head sadly, but before I can ask him to explain himself further, he smiles softly at me and kisses my lips gently. “But being here with you, naked and warm, is pretty awesome.”

I can feel his dick stir against my belly and I look up at him in surprise. “Shouldn’t we be getting some sleep?” I ask.

He pulls a hand down my bare back to my ass. “You are the best reason to lose sleep.”

Suddenly, he pulls me on top of him, and lines my hips up with his and glides effortlessly inside me. We don’t lose eye contact, or speak, as I ride him, hard and fast, until I press down hard, the friction from his pubic bone against my clit sends me into another tailspin, and I am lost.

He pulls me down to him, kisses me as his body goes taught and he comes. I lay on him, my cheek pressed to his sternum as I catch my breath and just as I’m about to fall into a deep sleep, I hear him whisper, “Sexiest damn thing.”

Chapter Six

It’s early when I wake the next morning and expect to be alone in my bed, but to my surprise, Caleb is sleeping peacefully next to me, on his back, one leg bent to the outside.

Even in sleep he’s a force to be reckoned with. He is all defined muscle. I wonder what kind of exercise regimen he goes through to stay so fit?

I prop my head on my hand and let my eyes take a leisurely stroll down his hard body. The covers are bunched at his waist, giving me an excellent view of his abs. He doesn’t have a six-pack.

If I’m counting correctly, he has a ten-pack.

The tattoo high on his bicep is an eagle, wings spread, holding something in its talon. The wings are colored like the American flag.

It must be a SEAL tattoo of some kind.

I lean over and gently kiss the ink.

Remembering how I wanted to taste him last night, and he never gave me the chance, I decide to take advantage of Caleb being knocked out and slowly ease my body down the bed, move under the covers to rest between his legs, and plant wet kisses over his hips, those amazing V lines that are sexy as all get-out, and over his lower abdomen.