“I’ve got you. I’m going to take good care of you, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good. But get the damn skirt off. Now.”
Something in that voice made her jump to obey, that steely tone of authority, she supposed. It wouldn’t lie to her. It wouldn’t let her down.
Carlotta reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. Slowly, she wriggled it down, conscious of Caleb’s gaze roaming her. After three children, her abdomen was not as firm as it had once been. Stretch marks had faded to faint silvery lines long ago, but time and the years of idleness during her ankle injury meant that her midsection was no longer anything close to flat.
“Stop stalling, Lottie. I want to see you.”
Finally, torn between being modest and being attractive, she lay on her back and pushed the skirt past her hips. The second it reached her knees, Caleb grabbed the black garment and tore it away, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lace-trimmed beige hipster panties.
He stared at her there, right between her thighs.
Carlotta groped for something to hold on to and found his arms on either side of her, holding himself up to hover over her. He swallowed, then bent to her, placing a kiss on her abdomen. It had to feel soft under his lips, but the lack of firmness didn’t seem to deter him a bit. Instead, he moaned and kissed his way up, pausing to lave and suck at her ni**les. The jolt of pleasure lit up her veins, sizzling over her skin. Back and forth he worshipped her ni**les, one after the other, until they ached, took on a life of their own, and she arched to Caleb, whimpering.
“So beautiful, Lottie. So damn beautiful. That’s it, baby.” He cupped her breast as he sucked deeply.
Restlessly, she wriggled, squeezing her thighs together to combat the wet ache, but nothing worked. In her head, she knew that Caleb could see every flaw of her body in the golden sunlight pouring in from the windows across the room. But her body hardly cared. It soaked in his attention. It blossomed. It craved more.
She hooked her arms around his neck and dragged him up to her. His mouth fastened over hers, and it was not simple or gentle or measured. His tongue prowled inside, taking absolute possession. He kissed her as if he had every right to every part of her body and he intended to prove it. Dizziness left her in a shimmering haze of passion. It ignited, firing her desire to feel him deep. Thoughts fled. Insecurities silenced. Never had she wanted like this, never known such arousal existed.
Caleb came up with a gasp and wrenched away, balancing on his knees. “I left the damn condoms in the truck. But I’m clean and I’ve had a vasectomy.”
She had never had to think about such things. She and Eduardo had let God determine how many children they conceived before his death. Gordon had never wanted children and had always worn a condom every single time.
“I… Yes. I understand.”
“How long has it been for you, Lottie? I’m at the edge of my control, but I will not hurt you. I swear it.”
“Almost four years,” she whispered. “When I discovered that Gordon had been unfaithful, I told him that unless he would be faithful, I would not welcome him intimately.”
Shock crossed Caleb’s face, followed by determination. “I will do everything I can to make sure you never regret being with me.”
Trust did not come easily for her, but Carlotta had no doubt he meant every word.
“Why are you still talking?” she whispered coyly.
“I’m not. And the only words I want to hear from you are about what feels good. And feel free to scream.” He grinned.
Her belly tightened. Her folds not only hummed to life, but screamed with need.
Then he ripped her panties from her hips with big, urgent hands. She was still gasping when he pried her thighs open and cupped her mound with his huge, bare hand. His skin was hot, and his touch was a shock. Her back bowed and electricity raced down her thighs, then up again to settle under her slick, needy folds. Gently, he ground the heel of his palm against the most sensitive nerves. Sensations soared up, then up again, and up some more.
“So wet, Lottie.” He parted her folds with his fingers, then toyed with that button of nerves, a gentle circle that had her mewling. “That feel good, baby? You want more?”
Blindly, she clutched at him and nodded, lifting her hips in supplication. Oh, he was going to give her an orgasm, and with so little effort. The promise of the pleasure just out of reach was a stunning, welcome surprise.
“Caleb!”
“That’s it… Let it build. Let it feel so good. You’re getting close, aren’t you? Yeah. So damn hot, baby. Now look at me, Lottie. Right at me. I want to see your face when you—”
Her eyes flew open as the ecstasy rushed in, converging right between her legs, then exploded in a torrent of astonishing bliss that flooded her entire body. Her womb pulsed. Her body blazed. The power of it was enough to light up Mexico City. Long and breath stealing and amazing, the orgasm dazzled. His hot blue stare locked onto her eyes, taking her captive and refusing to let her go. Vaguely, she realized that she was screaming and her voice echoed through the empty house.
Then she was freefalling in the aftermath, but she need not have worried. Caleb was there to catch her, with his arms around her, pressing his lips to hers.
“God, that was beautiful, baby.” His harsh, trembling whisper made her smile.
“It felt…like nothing I have ever known.” She batted her lashes shyly, feeling rosy and damp and beautiful. “More?”
His blue stare pinned her in place. “No man has ever made you come with his hand?”