Destin laughed, the sound breathless and a little ragged. “In a hurry?”
“Fuck, yes.” He stripped her trousers and panties off in one swift, abrupt motion.
They should find a bed.
They should talk. They should talk, right? But he could barely manage to breathe. Talking wasn’t going to happen. Hell, at the rate he was going, he didn’t think a bed would happen, either. He caught the curve of her lower lip between his teeth. “Should we find the bed?”
“We know where it is,” she said with a sly grin. “We’re good right here.”
Destin’s hands, quick and nimble, reached for his zipper, and when she worked it down over the swell of his cock, Caleb was ready to whimper like a baby. Then she eased his trousers down, his underwear, closing her fingers around him, cool and strong, stroking him once all the way from root to tip.
The sound that came out of him was a cross between a whimper and a groan and he was damn certain he’d fallen into heaven. Head falling back, he closed his eyes and braced his legs wider as she started to stroke. When she would have slowed down, he closed his hand around hers and tightened her grip, rocking into her hand and shuddering at the beautiful, lovely feel of it. “Fuck, that’s good,” he rasped.
She stroked her thumb over the head of his cock and he hissed, stopping in mid-stroke as he felt the teasing start of his climax hovering just right there. “Stop it,” he said gruffly as she tried to start back up.
He moved in, shoving his jeans down lower. “We go together.” He tangled his hand in the longer strands of her hair and tugged her head back, kissing her quick, hard and rough. Then he boosted her into his arms. “I don’t ever want to be without you again, Destin. Not even for a minute.”
“Sounds pretty damn good to me.”
Her lids drifted down as he pressed the head of his cock against her gate and he leaned in, nipped her chin. “Look at me,” he demanded. “You look at me.”
A slow smile curved her lips as she lifted her lids and stared at him.
And like that, he joined their bodies, with him staring into her eyes and her smiling up at him. The sleek, wet glove of her pussy closed around him and he groaned in hot, heady satisfaction as she gripped him like a fist, milking him, slowly, surely…drawing him in oh so slowly.
Once he’d buried himself inside her, he slanted his lips over hers and took her mouth. As he started to withdraw, he stabbed his tongue into her mouth, alternating the rhythm. She caught his tongue and sucked on him, clenched down around his cock with her pussy and milked him. Clinging to him with everything she had and he rode her, gave himself up to her…lost himself.
The solid, heavy weight of his shields stood between them though and he hated it. Lifting his head, he let them fall and then he held her gaze as he reached out and pressed against hers. “Let me in,” he whispered. “All the way this time.”
Her lids flickered and for a second, he didn’t know if she would. Never before had either of them given up that much of themselves.
But just when he thought he’d pushed for too much, he felt it. That slow, subtle release of the last barrier between them, collapsing away into nothingness.
And then they were truly lost.
Destin watched him, wide-eyed, as he pulled out and surged back inside. A strangled cry rose in the air. Her? Him? He didn’t know. Didn’t care. As her arms twined around his neck, one of them curving over the back of his neck, he stroked a hand down her back, cupped the curve of her ass in his hand and hiked her higher, tilting the angle of her hips so that each stroke had him riding against the hot, swollen bud of her clit.
When she tightened around him and shuddered, he had to hold his climax back by the skin of his teeth. Dipping his head, he bit the curve of her neck, felt her arch, heard her whimper…and through the bond between them, there was the distant echo of her pleasure.
Harder…faster…
The ragged sound of broken breaths rose around them. Sweat-slicked flesh slid against flesh. Her hands sought for purchase on his arms, her nails biting into his skin and each little pain was a new, sweet agony.
As darting little tingles danced down his spine, he buried his face against her neck. One final, breathless scream escaped her and he felt her go rigid.
Then, as she started to climax, he stopped fighting it.
As he hurtled over the edge with her, the last thing he heard, over the racing of his heart, were the soft, broken little words, “I love you…”
“I love you too.”
Nearly ten minutes had passed and they’d found their way to the bed. She was naked. Caleb was still wearing his jeans. Their breathing had calmed, but her heart was still racing along and hearing him say that wasn’t exactly going to bring about calming thoughts, either.
Destin popped one eye open and stared up at Caleb. He pushed up onto his elbow, peering down at her.
Her head, her heart, her soul, all of her felt too full of him.
Something niggled and tugged at her but she suspected if she looked at it too hard just then, she’d be pissed. Instead, she sighed. “You’ve been holding back secrets, babe.”
The tip of his finger stroked down her nose. “You weren’t ready to hear them.”
Part of her wanted to argue with him. He’d been feeling everything she felt, suffering everything she suffered…and she hadn’t known. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t ready. She should have been. This was the man she loved and she should be able to cope with whatever he had to cope with.
A sharp tug on her hair had her opening her eyes to glare at him. “Hey!”
He cocked a brow at her. “You were already coping with it…you lived with it, remember?” Then he sighed and sat up, skimming a hand back over his hair. “I caught the residual while you were making a connection and I dealt with it. I didn’t want to make it worse for you than it already was.”
“So what changed?” she asked quietly.
“We did.” He glanced back at her and she saw the truth of that in his face. He was still so painfully gorgeous it hurt to look at him, but there was something different about his face. Not just that he was older, or harder.
It was more. He looked more level. Not so closed off, despite what she’d thought when she’d first seen him in the office just days earlier.
As for her?
Yeah. She’d definitely changed. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she asked softly, “And how do we handle the jobs and stuff? You work for the FBI. I work for Oz.”
He shifted in the bed and covered her knee with his hand. “It’s early yet, we can figure that out as we go. All that matters now is you…you’re the one for me. The one, the only.”
His words made her heart shudder in her chest…shudder. Quiver, roll over and just…sigh. “Caleb,” she whispered. Laying a hand on his cheek, she leaned over and pressed her brow to his.
“The only,” he said again, his voice soft and gentle. “All that matters. Everything else is just noise. As for a job? I can always quit and freelance for Oz. Or you can think about going freelance for the Bureau.”
“Shit.” Passing a hand over the back of her mouth, she tried to get her heart back into its normal rhythm. “Yeah. Me, back in the Bureau. Like that would happen. After the way I fucked up with them? They don’t want me back.”
He bent down and pressed his lips to her thigh. “Jones sort of runs his own ship. If he thinks you’d be good to have around, he’ll pull strings, move heaven and hell to get you in. If that’s what you want.”