round windows on one side of the attic. The warmth from the sun combined with her rising desire made her feel almost faint.
She never wanted it to end. This…thing. This need. It was amazing.
Caleb slid his other hand from her face to the small of her back to grab the scarf and tug her trapped wrist farther behind her. His other hand flattened on her ribcage and smoothed up until he stroked the underside of her breast with his thumb. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
She couldn’t find the words to respond. Her brain was totally mush. And she gasped when his hand continued higher, cupping her breast, molding to it. Her gasp turned to a sharp cry when he flicked his thumb over her nipple.
“Jesus, baby. That’s so hot. I had no idea it would be like this.”
She lowered her gaze to blink at him. What did he mean?
He kissed her lips gently again. His every move was so precise. When he gave her nipple a light pinch through her tank top and bra, she rose onto her toes and arched into him. Her lips fell open. She didn’t care that she was so uninhibited. She wanted more.
His hand slid away from her breast and down her back next, leaving her bereft of the intimate contact. But when he cupped her butt and squeezed, she whimpered.
Suddenly, his lips were pressed against hers again. Urgent this time. Demanding. A kiss even deeper than the one they’d shared downstairs. No one could walk in on them here. It would be noisy coming up the stairs. Besides, she couldn’t hear any voices. She assumed Layla and Hunter were still outside.
And then her thoughts of being caught making out disappeared in a heartbeat because he slid his fingers between her legs from behind and cupped her sex. Expert fingers that stroked directly over her clit and between her folds. Even through the layers of denim and silk panties, she lost her mind.
Her body was on fire, every inch of her begging for more. For anything he would give her. She gasped and then moaned when he pressed harder, rubbing her pussy through the layers. It didn’t matter that there was a barrier between her sex and his fingers. He knew just where to touch her.
Her breath caught, and her mind swam. His tongue teased the edge of her lips when she could no longer concentrate on returning his kiss. He hummed into her mouth as he continued to torment her with those amazing fingers.
She wanted him to undo her jean shorts, tug them down, fuck her. Anything. Everything. Now. Please. God.
But he didn’t relent. He just kept rubbing her until she realized she was going to come. Standing in the attic, clothes on. A cry escaped her lips, and her eyes fluttered shut again when he picked up the pace, pushing her to the edge and then over.
Waves of pleasure consumed her, making her legs give out as the spasms continued.
Caleb held her up though. She couldn’t have fallen with his hand cupping her crotch.
He slowly eased off the pressure as she came down, and then his mouth was on hers again, devouring her as she found the brain cells to return his kiss. She could feel his erection against her belly, but the two of them were pressed too closely together for her to reach for it. Besides, one hand was trapped in the soft material of the scarf at her back. The other was gripping his belt loop.
She was gasping for air when he released her lips and slid his hand back to her ribcage. His mouth trailed back to her ear. “Sexiest moment of my life,” he whispered.
She shivered in his arms, suddenly embarrassed by what she’d just done. Heat raced up her cheeks as she tipped her head down to set her forehead against his chest.
Caleb released her hand and held her tightly against him, kissing the top of her head. “You’re intoxicating. The attic is filled with the scent of your come. It’s ambrosia.”
She winced. More heat. More embarrassment.
He reached for her face and tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. His brows were drawn in concern. “You okay? Did I pressure you?”
She shook her head. “No. God, no.”
“But you’re stressed now. I can sense your mood change.” He looked beyond worried.
She swallowed. “Caleb, I’m embarrassed. You just made me come with my clothes on as if I’m easy. I’m not. I don’t do that.”
“Come?” His sexy