Chapter Eighteen
Taylor pulled off one of Caitlin’s boots and then the other, loving the sound of her heavy breathing as she came down from her orgasm. Once her socks, pants, and mind-blowingly sexy thong were off, he removed her bra and sat next to her on the bed, tracing lazy circles around her nipples as her body came back to earth—and to life.
Responsive, beautiful Caitlin was everything he’d hoped. Which in more ways than one was his worst-case scenario. He was leaving. His still-hammering heart constricted at the thought.
“You have on way too many clothes,” she said in a sleepy, raspy voice.
He brushed some hair from her face. “You have on the right amount.” Completely, totally, and fantastically naked.
“Seriously.”
“Seriously,” he repeated.
With an adorable growl, she sat up and flung the bra at her elbow across the room to land, as luck would have it, on the knob of the dresser. Laughing, she stood to face where he sat on the end of the bed. “We’re going to fix this right now.”
When she neared to unbutton his shirt, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, running his tongue over hard tip, then repeated it on her other breast. Between moans and frustrated growls, she managed to unbutton his shirt.
“You’re not helping,” she said.
“Sorry.” He gave her nipple one last slow circle and sat up straight so she could shove his shirt off of his shoulders before popping open the fly on his pants.
“Stand, please,” she said, taking a step back.
He didn’t want her to step back. He wanted her so close there wasn’t even room for air between them.
When he stood, she unzipped his pants and began to shove them down, along with his boxer briefs.
A sexy mmmm sound came from her when he sprang free. He remained still while she stood there, completely naked, checking him out. Her blond hair was still bed-rumpled from earlier. Perfect. She was absolutely perfect, which was…not perfect.
His dick throbbed under her gaze.
“You’re…beautiful,” she said. “Everything about you.”
Well, that wasn’t exactly the word he was going for, but he’d take it. He sat on the bed and yanked off his boots and everything else in a matter of seconds. Just as quickly, she shoved him to his back on the bed and climbed up his body to kiss him senseless.
The feel of her was unbelievable. Soft, smooth woman all the way down to where she straddled him. He couldn’t help but surge up against her at the feel of her slick heat against his swollen flesh. She moaned and slid forward and back, which made him moan back. He wanted to flip her beneath him, but he reigned himself in. They only had this one night together and he wanted it to be her night all the way.
She broke the kiss and moved down his body, leaving kisses across his chest and abdomen, then hovered over his erection, her breath puffing over the sensitive skin, making him light-headed.
“Caitlin…” He left it at that because his brain fogged up when she lowered her lips to him, tentatively ran her tongue over the head, and then down his hard length.
“So, yeah?” she whispered.
“Yeah.” He fisted the quilt at his sides as she took him in her mouth. Hot, wet. Fucking perfect. “Hell, yeah.”
She wrapped her fingers around him and pumped in time with her mouth until he was about to lose it.
“Stop.” His voice was a husky whisper. “Not yet.” He wanted tonight to be about her, and this was definitely not. He guided her back up his body, focusing on control so he could make this good for her. She deserved someone to make everything about her.
Instead of stopping when she got level with him, she kept climbing toward the head of the bed and rolled onto her side, arms open, inviting him to her.
Best invitation he’d ever had. When he reached her, she wrapped her leg over him, pulling their lower halves together as she ran a hand over his chest.
“I really want to make love to you, Caitlin. Be inside you.”
“I thought we’d already acknowledged that was the goal,” she teased. “For both of us.”
He rolled on top of her, seating himself between her thighs. “A worthy goal.”
“Totally attainable,” she said, adjusting to center herself beneath him.
“Mmmm.” He thrust forward and back, sliding his erection over her wet heat before taking her mouth in a long, slow kiss. Without a doubt the best kiss he’d ever had. Everything about her was the best he’d ever had. No doubt sex would be as well. But they could stop right now, and he’d still be in awe. Fortunately, she didn’t want to stop, and she made that perfectly clear by gripping his ass and encouraging him to grind against her.
Breathless, she broke their kiss. “I sure hope you brought supplies.”
He furrowed his brow, pretending to not understand what she was talking about, and she blushed, then gave an exasperated sigh. “A condom.”
Fighting a grin, he asked seriously, “You don’t have one?”
“No. I didn’t expect to… This wasn’t…” She gave a frustrated huff. “Dammit.”
“I wasn’t expecting to either… But I hoped.” He made a long, slow surge forward and back.
Her grip tightened on his ass. “Tell me you have one.”
“I don’t have one.” When her body went limp beneath him, he added quickly. “I have three.”
“Oh, thank God,” she said on a sigh, and then added, “Well, don’t just lie there doing nothing. Go get one!”
Taylor Blankenship had one of the finest backsides Caitlin had ever seen—not that she’d seen a zillion, but enough to know his was prime. As were other parts of him. Especially one part. She bit her lip when he leaned over to rummage around in his backpack. Yep. Definitely the finest ass ever.
With a cocky grin, he returned to the bed, brandishing the wrapped condom like a winning lotto ticket.
“Stop waving it around and give it here,” she said, snatching it from his fingers. It was almost impossible to tear it open with him nipping and licking his way up her body, sending shivers down her spine and heat between her legs.
He chuckled. “You in a hurry?”
“A little bit, yeah.” Or a lot. And it was made much worse when he took her breast in his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple. Finally, she got the package open. Hallelujah.
Taylor rose up on all fours and grinned down at her, which made her breath catch. Then, he took the condom and rolled it on, which she’d never imagined would be such a turn-on, but watching his muscles flex as he prepared himself for her was off-the-scale hot.
In the next moment, though, the hotness scale was completely obliterated when he slid inside her with one long, fluid motion, filling her as she groaned with ecstasy and relief.
This felt so right. Like his body was a perfect match for hers.
“Caity,” he murmured in her ear. “So tight.”
She gasped as he slid almost all the way out and groaned when he thrust back deep inside her again. He did this several more times in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her gasping for air, as he stretched and filled her completely. “More,” she said, wrapping her legs around him. She’d never felt like this. Been like this. Overcome by need. “More, Taylor.”
He laughed and pushed up on his arms to look down at her. “Yes, ma’am. See, I told you so. I love to follow orders.”
And he did follow them, giving her more, just as she’d asked. In and out, he plunged. Harder and faster as she flattened her feet on the mattress to thrust up and meet him, which evidently worked for him, too, because his breathing became as ragged as hers. Their bodies slick with sweat.
Reaching under the small of her back, he wrapped his arm around her, changing the angle of their bodies until they were grinding together, causing the most amazing friction in the perfect spot that sent lightning through her body. “Taylor,” she called out as the pressure built in her core.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “Holy fuck, Caitlin. The way you move.”
Only, she could hardly move at all because of the building orgasm. She could only feel. Again and again, he drove into her until her fingers and toes tingled and she couldn’t get enough air. “Taylor,” she screamed as she finally shattered, taking him right along with her, as he ground out her name through gritted teeth.
It took a while before she caught her breath and her heart slowed to a non-fatal speed. Taylor kissed her slow and easy, as if he were savoring a fine wine. Something to remember me by, she thought, chest tightening. The melancholy didn’t last long, though, because he rolled off of her and grinned. Sex had never been a grinning matter with her before, but just like everything else, he made it fun and easy.
Or maybe that was because this was a one-night fling, she told herself when he disappeared into the bathroom. There’s no need to get intense and serious when you’re never going to see each other again. Way to be intense and serious, Caitlin, she scolded herself.
“Amazing,” Taylor said when he returned, still smiling. “Like, wow.”
She couldn’t agree more. Wow. She wiggled her toes and stretched, loving the feel of her post-lovemaking body with its aches in all the right places. Taylor evidently loved it too, because he was already getting hard again. Now it was her turn to grin.
“I’m thinking three might not have been enough,” he said, pulling another foil packet from his backpack.
He slid into bed next to her and trailed his fingertips over her skin with a touch as light as a butterfly. “I’ve never enjoyed being with anyone this much.”
And while that sentiment should have made her feel fantastic, it caused a deep, thudding ache to bloom in her chest. No. She wouldn’t give in to this ridiculousness. She didn’t want a relationship. She wanted this moment. She wanted fun. And, man, oh, man was this fun. The most fun she’d ever had. And as she rose up to straddle him, she made up her mind to enjoy this night to the fullest.
The grin on Taylor’s face indicated he was totally down with this plan.