Lightness and a ridiculous overflowing of joy filled her. “I might need a lot of convincing.”
“My pleasure. Let’s see if we can give you some, too.”
He clamped hot hands around her thighs, electrifying her with his touch. Her body jolted.
“Shh,” he soothed. “I’ve got you.”
Yes, he did, and she gratefully let his palms drift up, until his seeking fingers prowled through the slick flesh between her legs and he rubbed slowly at the bundle of nerves there. She wanted more of the orgasms she knew Caleb was capable of giving her, but she also wanted to join with him so very much…
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Let it build a bit, Lottie. Trust me to know what to do.”
She didn’t even have to answer. He proved very quickly that he knew exactly how to arouse her. His teasing fingers plied over her little button and the pleasure clawed through her body until she arched and wailed and spread her legs wider.
“Pleeeaaassseee…”
“I like to hear your begging. Soon. Really soon, I promise. God, your pu**y is so pretty, all deeply rosy and pouting. And so wet. I know you’re going to be tight. You’re going to kill my self-control. I’ve waited forever for you, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to make sure you enjoy this.”
“I will,” she swore, all but begging. “I am sure. Whatever you want…”
Caleb chuckled. “Exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Before she could reply, he slid two of his fingers on either side of her bundle of nerves, creating a new sensation, exciting her with a whole new friction. Her breathing hitched, and she clenched her hands into fists. Frantically, she lifted her hips to him.
He pushed them back down. “You can’t make me give this to you any faster. A little at a time. Let it burn slow, baby.”
“It is so...overwhelming. The burn, it almost hurts.”
“What hurts is the prolonged wait. Have you thought about me in the last few weeks?”
She nodded desperately. “Every day.”
“Every night?”
“Yes.”
“Did you want to call me?”
Goodness, more than he knew. “Many times.”
“Did you miss me?”
“Every moment.”
“Did you want me in your bed? In your pu**y?”
No man had ever spoken to her this way, and she found it aroused her unbearably. “Constantly.”
“Did you touch yourself and think of me?”
She flushed. How could she be honest about that?
He pulled his hand away, ceased that constant, sweet stroke on her most sensitive flesh. “Lottie, I asked you a question.”
The burn turned hotter, hurt more.
“Yes.” She felt as if the word had been wrenched from her soul.