reactions. It was worth everything to feel her thighs flex against his ears, to feel her body quiver as she came. He held tight to her hips, his mouth on her clit as he flicked and teased, and she bucked against his mouth, gasping his name.
Caleb was going to stay there, too, until she came. But she reached for him, brushing her fingers against his face as he nuzzled her folds. “I want you inside me, Caleb. Please. I want to come with you inside me.”
That was a plea he couldn’t refuse. With another kiss to her sweetness, he lifted his head. “I’ll get a condom.”
The birth control had been in her bathroom, in a cabinet, but since he’d started staying over, they’d moved it to her bedside drawer. He found the strip, tore one off with movements that were more confident and more practiced by the day, and rolled it on quickly. Every moment that he wasn’t touching her was a wasted moment, and he wanted to touch her again, to feel her skin against his. He moved back to her and kissed her once more, hot and conquering. With his tongue, he stroked deep into the well of her mouth in a silent promise. This is mine, he silently told her.
She met him with her tongue, the kiss deep and slick, and he moved over her, settling his hips against hers. Amy’s thighs were wide, and when he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, he felt her quiver with need.
He sank into her, burying himself to the hilt, even as he kissed her.
This is mine, he repeated silently as he began to stroke. This is mine. This is mine. You’re mine. He silently chanted it over and over again as he thrust into her, working her body to a fever pitch. It rang in his head as her nails dug into his skin and she began to arch, her movements erratic as her orgasm built. It reverberated through every cell of his body as she came, her walls squeezing him so hard that his own release roared through him, and he came, pumping into her with firm, fierce strokes.
Amy was his, now and forever. It didn’t matter if she was in an apartment, or if she was a teacher, or anything else. All he’d ever wanted was her, her smiles, her laughter, her happiness. As long as he had that, nothing else mattered.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Amy curled up against Caleb, wriggling at the feel of his cock still buried inside her. They’d made love three times in a row, pausing between frantic rounds to catch their breath, only to get another burst of need and tackle each other. She was sweaty, her hair a mess, and she’d never been so happy. His big body spooned hers from behind, his hand on her breast, his breath on her neck.
“Merry Christmas Eve,” he mumbled as she twitched against him.
For some reason, that struck her as absurdly funny, and she giggled. “Merry Christmas Eve to you, too. Is it officially Christmas Eve? I don’t think the sun has gone down yet.” They’d spent all morning in bed, and possibly part of the afternoon.
So far, this was turning into her favorite day ever.
She felt him shrug. “Time doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, then her shoulder. “Your present is in my car. Should I go get it?”
A little flutter sparked in her belly. “You brought my present?”
“Yeah. I figured I’d give it to you anyhow, even if you and I didn’t work out.” He kissed her shoulder again. “Gotta say, I’m glad we did, though.”
She was, too. “Yours are under the tree.” They’d been just another thing she’d cried over last night, along with his shirt, his favorite mug, and the scent of him on her pillow. It had been a really teary night. It had felt wrong to push him away, but she hadn’t trusted herself.
Talking to Caleb had made it all come into perspective. He didn’t want to own her. He just wanted to be with her. That was the difference, wasn’t it? It had been Blake who’d constantly made her feel like she wasn’t good enough. Blake who had wanted to know where she was at all times, what she was doing, what she was spending. Caleb just wanted her to smile.
She relaxed, snuggling down against him. “But we have to get out of bed to get the presents.”
He