her to. Kelly was as genuine as they came, and she was making her stand for me.
I stalked right up to her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and tugged her forward so she slammed into my chest. She didn’t make a sound, looking up at me with that fire still burning in her eyes.
“I’m not hiding behind shit,” I bit out. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted Kelly, and I’d been trying to push her away because I was afraid of getting hurt again, of having my heart dragged over the coals that Elizabeth had stoked again.
But Kelly wasn’t Elizabeth. The fact that she’d come to me, that she’d come to say what she had, was just more evidence on top of a mountain of it that she was nothing like my ex.
Both of us were breathing hard, our eyes locked when I brought my mouth down on hers. Hard. Forcefully. Kelly’s hands gripped my back, and her nails dug into my skin as she opened for me, kissing me back with as much force and possession as I was pouring into her.
Chapter 20
Kelly
Caleb’s kisses were hard and fast, his hands gripping at me like he was never letting go. I’d been with him when he was tender, gentle, needy, horny as fuck, or feeling playful. But this was different.
Anger and frustration were coming from him in waves, yet it only seemed to spur him on. His hands dropped to my ass and he lifted me roughly against him. I wound my legs around his narrow hips and rolled my own against them.
Caleb responded immediately, growing hard against my center as he walked us toward a wall. My back crashed into it, but Caleb shielded me from getting hurt with his hands. He pinned me to the wall with his hips and reached for my shirt, fisting the material on either side of the delicate row of buttons, and the next thing I knew, they went flying, and the shirt was falling from my shoulders.
Two can play that game.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his bare chest hot and hard against mine. I dug my heels into the waistband of his pants and kicked them down, sending them pooling at his ankles. Repeating the move, I tucked my toes into the elastic of his briefs and sent them following the pants.
Caleb effortlessly stepped out of both, completely naked and wonderfully erect, though I wasn’t in a position to enjoy the view. His lips crashed to mine over and over again before he broke our feverish kisses to suck a hardened nipple into his mouth through the lace of my bra. My frustration over his earlier horrible comments and my anger over his stubbornness met with the pleasure he was giving me now and culminated in a feral scream as I tugged on his hair.
His hips were still anchoring me as his one hand pinched my nipple and the other clutched my ass. He’d reached underneath my shorts, not an impossible feat whatsoever in the particular pair I’d chosen, and was gripping my butt hard.
Then his hand disappeared briefly, only to come back with a smack. He spanked me! I’d never been into that kind of thing before, but as with everything with Caleb, I couldn’t get enough. I wiggled my butt into his hold and moaned out loud when he did it again.
Stepping back from the wall suddenly, Caleb fell to his knees in front of me and tugged my shorts down without loosening the button or the zipper. I was wearing a white lace set of underwear with little green bows that I loved.
Apparently, so did Caleb. He groaned and licked up my thighs, kneading them until I was shivering with need. His eyes were darkened when he peered up at me, his lids heavy.
“Please, Caleb,” I mumbled, arching my head against the wall. He ran his fingers all the way to the line of my panties and down to my knees, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire. I couldn’t bite back my moan, and it came out loud and desperate.
Caleb dipped his head forward and kissed my inner thigh, his lips soft as his fingers curled into my underwear, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He pressed his thumb to my clit, and my knees nearly buckled from pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasped.
He pulled back to give me a wicked smile, shoved my panties out of the way, spread me apart with his fingers,