Dirty Little Secrets (Dirty Little Secrets #1) (6 page)

It still seems true, right here in the moment.
 

Caleb takes a step toward me, gently sliding his hand across my cheek, until his fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck. We kiss, and as we’re kissing, he plants his knee on the bed, bringing his other hand around to the small of my back. He moves forward, taking me along with him, until my head is resting on a soft, fluffy pillow. He kisses me some more, warm and slow, and I slide my hands across every inch of his body I can reach.
 

When the kisses and touches are no longer enough, Caleb sits back on his knees, and I let out a soft groan at the loss of his heat across my body. His mouth quirks up in a cocky grin as he reaches across me—into his nightstand—for a condom. Just as he starts to open it, I reach up and slide it from between his fingers.
 

“Let me,” I tell him.
 

He licks his lips as I sit up, my legs spread with him kneeling between them, our arousal firing on all cylinders. I bring the foil packet up to my mouth, catch the edge of it between my teeth, and pull. I can hear the long breath of air Caleb inhales as lean forward and roll the condom down his cock. Once it’s on, I stroke him a couple of times, loving the way his body trembles as he keeps a tenuous hold on his control.
 

I can tell that Caleb is at the end of his rope, hanging on by a single thread, and as much as I like teasing him, I don’t want to
torture
him. So, I lie back, and hook my leg around his waist.
 

“Don’t make me wait,” I tell him, playfully repeating the words he had used on me earlier.

He growls—actually
growls
—as he plants his hands above my shoulders, and lowers himself down on top of me.
 

Starting at Caleb’s lips, I kiss my way across his cheek, down the column of his neck, along the curve of his shoulder. I stop and suck little spots here and there, wanting to make sure he sees evidence of this night on his skin long after it’s over. Meanwhile, he’s teasing me with the head of his cock, pressing it against me, but not entering. He lets it slip up and down my slit, then rubs my clit with it, making me crazy. Crazy enough to beg.
 

“Please,” I whisper, moving my hand to the small of his back and pushing down, hoping I have enough strength to move him forward.
 

“Please what? I won’t do it if you don’t ask.” He pulls away from me, leaving me wanting in order to drive his point home.
 

I bite my lip, frustrated, and buck my hips to see if I can find a little friction, but there’s nothing.
 

“Please,” I whisper, almost whine. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
 

Caleb lines himself up with my entrance, wearing a wicked, sexy grin. He pushes in just far enough to make me lose my patience.
 

“Fuck me,” I say, breathless as I wrap my legs around his hips.
 

“My pleasure.”
 

Caleb thrusts, sliding all the way inside of me, and we both let out long, low moans.
Finally.
He’s balancing himself on his right elbow, and the fingers on his right hand curl between mine and hold on tight. He latches onto my neck, sucking, and licking, and kissing the tender, heated skin there. Slowly, he drags his left hand across the swell of my breast, and he flicks my nipple before going lower, until his thumb finds my clit.
 

He rubs it in a rhythm that is opposite to the one he’s moving his hips to; it’s a slow, steady,
glorious
torture. I squeeze him every time he slides out of me, making him grunt in my ear. It’s a sound I could get addicted to, and I’m going to do anything I can to hear it again, and again, and again. I plant my feet on the bed to give myself leverage, and I meet him thrust for thrust.
 

“Fuck,” Caleb whispers, so low I’m not even sure I’m supposed to hear it. “
Fuck
.”

When we kiss—desperately—something inside of me starts unraveling, giving in to the pleasure that’s pulsing all the way out to my fingertips and toes. I feel Caleb
everywhere
, and we move together in perfect sync, like we were made to make each other feel like this. Caleb pounds into me, and I’m falling, coming with his name on my lips, pressing sloppy kisses against his skin, in every single spot I can reach. He lets me ride out my orgasm, before he props himself up on his elbows and cradles my face in his hands.
 

“Mia,” he says. It’s kind of soft, and full of something that I can’t quite get a read on.
 

I reach up and put my hands over his. He leans down and presses his forehead against mine, his breath warm across my face.
 

“Let go,” I tell him, before I kiss him.
 

Caleb pumps his hips a few more times, then his whole body stiffens as he cries out. His chest is heaving, and his weight is so warm and welcome. My hands rub a long circuit up and down his back, and when he opens his eyes, looking sated and happy, he smiles.
 

“Stay,” he says.
 

I do.
 

I wake up with Caleb’s strong, warm arms wrapped around me. My back is pressed tightly against his chest, his face is nuzzled in the crook of my neck. I can feel the scratchy whiskers on his cheek and chin against my skin. He breathes in and out, making my hair flutter against my cheek.
 

There’s a cool, bluish light that’s beginning to peek into the room from behind the heavy curtains. It’s still very early—barely dawn—but I feel like I’ve been sleeping for hours. I’m rested. I’m waking up from the most peaceful, restful sleep I can remember having in a long time, even before I left Chicago. That, coupled with the hangover from all the sex Caleb and I had last night, I feel almost euphoric.
 

My body, though, is thoroughly
exhausted
. Even though I’m lying perfectly still, I can feel the ache between my thighs. I’m not complaining, not at all. It’s a good ache, one that makes me smile and shiver when I remember all the things that Caleb and I did that made me feel this way. Rounds two, three, and four hadn’t been as hurried and desperate as the first, but they were just as intense. They were focused, and intimate, and memorable.

Caleb is
amazing
in bed. Amazing probably isn’t even the right word for it, but it’s the only one that pops up in my over-sexed mind at the moment. He’s attentive, and giving. Sex with him is probably—no, it’s definitely—the best sex I’ve ever had.
 

An icy cold chill dampens my buzz, because it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, and…heartbreakingly, I realize, it’s only temporary. I absolutely cannot get attached to having this. I can’t get used to this feeling, because I’m not going to stay here in New York. Andre Privya is looking for me,
right now
, and he probably has a plan of action, unlike me. Sadness creeps up, washing over me, making me feel heavy and weak.
 

Caleb isn’t some great guy that I’ve met in a new city, where a world of possibility is waiting at my feet. This thing we have—whatever it is—is on a timer. It has an expiration date. If I’m lucky, I can manage a graceful exit, ease my way out of it with an excuse, or a lie. I can tell him I’m homesick, or that things just aren’t working out between us. I can make up some ex-boyfriend that I want to get back together with, and hope he leaves it at that, without asking any questions.
 

I can hope this thing just fizzles out, instead of exploding. Maybe this was just a one-night thing, and I’m worrying for nothing. Maybe he’ll wake up, and I’ll pull on the same clothes I wore last night, grab the bag that holds everything I brought to the city with me, and he’ll walk me to the door and tell me he had a great time. Maybe that will be it.
 

I slide my hand across Caleb’s arm, and he lets out this sleepy little noise as he pulls me even closer. His erection is pressing against the small of my back, and I want to turn around in his arms and kiss him awake. I want to sling my leg over his waist, and ride him until he cries out my name. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel last night, into the morning.
 

Oh, god. What was I thinking? I left Chicago with the sole purpose of finding a safe place where I could plan my way out of the mess I’d gotten into. Here I am, just as clueless about how to do that as I was four days ago, and I walked straight into another mess in the making. I let a handsome face and charming personality make me forget about pretty much everything. It’s been nice, not feeling like I’m living on borrowed time, or like everything in the world is about to come crashing down around me. I like being with Caleb.
 

It’s the newness talking, I know this. It’s the promise of the honeymoon phase, when everything is perfect and the sex is never-ending, and both of us are still mysteries to each other. This is the time before reality hits, when I don’t know what a slob Caleb is, or that he has the habit of putting empty cartons of milk back in the refrigerator, or that he picks his teeth at stoplights.
 

I know I’m getting ahead of myself. I
know
this. I need to enjoy the here and the now, whether it lasts for another fifteen minutes, or…however long. I just can’t shake the feeling that this is good, that I’m safe here with him. I also can’t shake the thought of the way I know he’ll look at me when I tell him what I did that brought me here in the first place. Foolish as it is, I want to push that moment as far off into the future as possible.

What I need to do is enjoy the feeling of being wrapped in his arms while I have it. I need to feel safe and secure while I can.
 

So, I close my eyes, and let myself drift.
 

* * * * *

It’s well after 11 a.m. when I open my eyes again. When I wake this time, I’ve got my head resting on Caleb’s chest, and he’s running his fingers through my hair.
 

“Morning,” he says, looking down at me. His voice is low and sleepy, and his eyes still have that slightly puffy early morning look, so I know that he hasn’t been awake for very long. He’s smiling, and that smile is a really nice thing to see first thing when I wake up.
 

“Good morning,” I reply, stretching out as much as I can, considering I’m all wrapped up against Caleb’s body. Not that I’m complaining. No, not at all. The move makes me press into his side, and my nipples tighten as they rub against his skin. He cuddles me closer, sliding his arm around the small of my back. If I wasn’t so sore, I’m pretty sure I’d be pulling him on top of me right about now. Still, I lean into him, and take a deep breath. The man’s smell is like a drug to me.
 

“How did you sleep?”
 

“Well,” I say, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You?”
 

“Well.” He crooks his finger beneath my chin, then tilts my head up and kisses me. “I’m glad you stayed.”
 

I’m grinning at him like a loon, and I don’t care one bit. “I’m glad I stayed, too.”
 

“Last night was…” he takes a deep breath, like he’s trying to search for words.
 

“Amazing.” I kiss his chest again. I’m pretty sure this would be one of my favorite places to put my mouth on his body, even if it wasn’t the only one I could reach right now.
 

“Fucking amazing.”
 

“Literally.”
 

Caleb laughs, and pulls me on top of him. My thighs come to rest on either side of his hips, and I wince at the ache I feel when he moves me. It’s worth it, though, being in this spot.
 

“Sore?” he asks, running his hands down the small of my back, and over my ass, stopping when he reaches my thighs.
 

“Little bit.”
 

“Sorry,” he replies. “But I’m not
really
sorry.”
 

He looks so mischievous and sleep-rumpled that I have to kiss him, morning breath be damned. This kiss is slow, and soft, and makes me want to melt right into him. “I’m not sorry, either. Sex has to be the best reason for aching muscles,” I admit. “Best workout ever.”
 

Caleb grins, and nuzzles his nose against my cheek. “If working out made me come like that, I’d be in the gym all the time.”
 

I let out a short little laugh as I trail my fingertip down the ridges between his abs. “You don’t look like you’re in need of more gym time.”

Caleb flips me, and my back is pressed against the mattress. Anchoring his weight on his arms, he lowers himself down until his chest touches mine, and his hard cock rubs against my belly. He gives me a kiss, and then lifts himself back up.

“Did you just…did you just do a sexual push up?” I ask. It’s a completely ridiculous, show-off move, but it turns me on like I never would’ve expected.
 

He arches his brow. “Maybe.”
 

I slide my fingertips across his shoulders. “Do it again.”
 

He does. This time he stays down longer, kissing me thoroughly. I buck my hips against him, providing some friction as a little reward. Just when I decide that the ache between my thighs isn’t going to stop me from having sex with him again, my stomach conspires against me by letting out a loud, embarrassing growl. Of course, Caleb laughs.
 

“Worked up an appetite, huh?”
 

I nod. I worked up one hell of an appetite.
 

“How about some breakfast?”
 

I give him a skeptical look. “You can cook?”
 

“No, I’m a total disaster in the kitchen. But I can take you to my favorite place for bacon and eggs.”
 

Bacon and eggs sounds really good, but I turn and look at the clock on the table beside the bed. “It’s almost lunch time.”
 

“Then we’ll get some fries to go with it.”