She rescued the condoms from the floor where they had dropped and set them on the nightstand. Just in case. Easy access. Then at the last minute tucked another one in the waistband of her panties. She liked to be prepared.
Caleb appeared in the door. He glanced at her chest. “Angel?” he asked dubiously.
Trish tried to move around him, but he blocked the whole damn door. “Yes. I’m an Angel, through and through. Pure as the driven snow. Now move your big body so I can make the coffee.”
“Give me a kiss first, Angel,” he said, and lifted her up, straight off the floor.
Trish dangled in the air like a slutty puppet. Her T-shirt rode up, panties likewise. Her hands were pinned against his chest, and even though she felt ridiculous, she had to admit she was impressed with his strength. He wasn’t even straining to hold her.
She laughed. “Put me down, you oaf.”
“Kiss me first,” he ordered, nuzzling in her neck.
“I can’t with your mouth down there.”
“Got an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“Never doubt it.”
He lifted his head, stared at her, his mouth inches from hers, waiting. Trish forgot about the coffee.
Dragging her tongue across his bottom lip, she maneuvered her arms around his neck. Then slowly, slowly nibbled her way across his hot mouth while her legs drew up and locked around his waist.
Over and over she licked, tasted, touched across his mouth, while his breathing grew hitched and his grip on her hard and tense. Trish rocked forward, bumping his erection with the apex of her spread thighs, drawing a shaky groan from both of them.
Still she didn’t give him the kiss, just rubbed and sucked and tormented until her nipples ached and her clitoris throbbed and she wanted him so very, very bad. Then she kissed him, her tongue pressing hot and hard into his mouth, demanding, claiming, ordering him to respond.
He did, matching her tongue thrust, gripping her ass, grinding her against him.
Drowning in desire, Trish fumbled for the condom in her panties. She held it up as he bent over her, shoved her shirt up, and pulled her nipple into his mouth. Hard. Rougher than anything she’d seen from Caleb yet. And it turned her on, to see him let go, forget to hold back.
“I bet you’re strong enough,” she murmured into his ear, “that we could do it just like this, standing up.”
“I bet I am,” he said, starting to stroke between her thighs, running along her damp panties.
With her teeth, Trish opened the condom. “Hold on to me.”
“Trust me, I’ve got you.”
She did trust him. Letting go, she let Caleb hold her up by her waist as she reached below to unroll the condom onto him. She fumbled, her hands slipping around, but eventually she got it in place over his erection.
It never even occurred to her to laugh at the pink color this time. She was in agony, aching with want, arching to rub her nipples across his chest. “It’s on.”
Caleb kissed her-deep, penetrating and possessive-before urgently walking her backwards and slamming her into the wall. Her shoulders made contact with enough force to rattle the pictures hanging there.
It forced the air out of her lungs in a startled, “Oh!” Trish grabbed Caleb’s arms, and held on as he shoved her panties to the side, and when his finger ran across her, sinking in, her exclamation drew out in a shaky sob of pleasure.
“Oh, God, yes.”
Then Caleb replaced his finger with his cock in one out-of-control thrust that sent Trish’s head snapping back into the wall, and her body into ecstasy.
Caleb held Trish around the waist with one hand, the other on the wall for leverage and he sank inside her over and over, lost to anything but the incredible reception of her body gripping around his. She was digging her nails into his flesh, making loud, encouraging sounds that drove him into her harder.
It felt incredible, raw, everything between them stripped down to the basics of lust and want, cushioned by trust. He knew she trusted him not to take it too far, and that was just as arousing as anything else.
Trish wrapped her ankles tighter around his ass, dropping her thighs wider to him, and when he gave another rhythmic push, he heard the sound of fabric giving way as her panties tore. She gave an excited little laugh, her eyes wide, lips shiny from his kisses, skin flushed, head tilted against the white wall.
Damn, damn, double damn, she was hot.
“Oooh, just like that.” And her eyes closed as she came, arching forward into his arms, forehead falling on his chest in a sexy little shudder.
He was okay until she gave a vulnerable little whimper. “Caleb.”
The way she spoke his name, so soft, so sweet, stole his last bit of control and sent him over into a pounding orgasm, as he let out a groan Joe probably heard back at the bar. A groan that strung out long and hard as his body pulsed with pleasure like he’d never felt before.
They stood together, holding each other, panting, his muscles straining and tired, for a drawn-out minute, as Caleb tried to rein his control back in, and figure out what in the hell had just happened to him. And how he could convince Trish that something powerful was stirring between them, something fun and fascinating, and damn well worth pursuing.
“Am I heavy?” she asked drowsily.
“Not at all.” He liked holding her there, tucked around his waist, his hands on the sexy rise of her backside. But after a minute her panties were starting to cut off his circulation so he pulled back. Trish gave a sigh of disappointment, her inner muscles squeezing him a little.
“Sorry, Angel.”
Her breath tickled his skin as she laughed. “You’re not going to start calling me Angel, are you?”
“Maybe.” She’d certainly popped into his life right when he’d needed one. Right when he’d been feeling sorry for himself, Trish had sat down next to him and had ordered him to stop being an ass. To take responsibility for his own happiness. If he wanted a relationship, wanted passion and love in his life, he had to go out and get it.
He wanted it with Trish.
He was about to open his mouth and tell her when the doorbell rang.
Sliding her down to the floor, he jumped when she yelled, “Go away! I don’t want any.”
Trish had a voice that carried when she wanted it to.
An astonished female voice yelled back. “Trish, it’s Ashley and Violet. Let us in.”
“Oh, crap.” Trish let go of him and padded toward her room, shimmying out of the destroyed panties. “Caleb, it’s my friends. You jump in the shower and I’ll get rid of them, okay?”
Caleb took a full ten seconds to process the second half of her sentence. Once she’d started wiggling out of that red lace, he’d gone stupid. “Huh?”
His jeans hit him in the face as she reappeared, wearing a bulky nightshirt. “The shower. Get in the shower.”
“Right.”
“Trish, are you sick? Open the door!”
“Coming!” she called, then gave him a shove.
Caleb did as he was told and stepped into the bathroom, distracted with visions of pulling that nightshirt up and tasting between her thighs with his tongue.
Trish hoped Ashley had a damn good reason for pounding on her door on a Saturday morning.
“What?” she said as she opened the door, running her fingers through her hair. “Is the building on fire?”
Ashley and Violet gaped back at her. They were both wearing dresses, Violet pushing up her glasses, while Ashley twisted her engagement ring around and around her finger.