Chapter 80
Leah
1 lay my head on Caleb’s shoulder, wrapping my body around him in a side hug. My pregnant stomach is in the way for a hug from the front, but we are making this side hug thing work feel safer. The contact feels good–too good–because. holy hell, touching Caleb again–really touching him–is the best feeling on earth.
But perhaps it’s going a bit too far? All the sensitive nerve endings in my body seem to perk up and pay attention as I stroke my hand over his broad shoulder, which is wrong in this situation; I’m not here to get off on him.
Caleb, however, doesn’t hesitate to tease me once he realizes what’s happening, “Your nipples are hard,” he points out in an amused voice. “Any chance hugging me is giving your brain some dirty ideas, sweetheart?”
I bury my face in Caleb’s chest, mortified. “It’s just… it’s been a while since we’ve been this close,” I mumble.
A gust of warmth along at the top of my hair makes me realize he’s pressed his lips to my head and is breathing me in. “I don’t mind,” he murmurs. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t affected too.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but now isn’t the time for…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, and we both know why–saying it would make it harder to .fight it. Therefore, he changes the conversation into something else, “Your hair smells nice. What conditioner do you use?”
I feign offense with a gasp. “That’s an awfully forward question, Mr. Steele. What if I don’t want to give away my secrets! “I’m fathering two of your children, and we are getting married I think I deserve to know what conditioner you’re using I would laugh if the plane didn’t choose that moment to make a particularly nasty thump. Instead of laughing, I suck in a sharp breath and nuzzle closer to my man, my nose already filled with Caleb’s cologne. It’s a calming scent.
Caleb chuckles. “Why do I feel like I’m your crack?”
“Because you are,” I don’t even bother to hide that fact since we both know his scent is the only reason I’m not screaming at the moment.
“That so?”
“Mhm…” Closing my eyes, I let my hands stroke the soft skin underneath his shirt. His muscles quiver, and my traitorous pusssy tingles.
Shit, this isn’t the time to get horny, but I guess it’s better than the alternative. I keep exploring Caleb, not even stopping when he clears his throat.
“So…when we land…”
“Yeah?”
When my hand moves higher up to play with one of his nipples, Caleb sucks in air in such a way it almost sounds like a hiss. He is fully hard underneath his expensive pants, and it gives me a false sense of being in control. I’ve long forgotten the turbulence. I only have eyes for the beautiful, brown–headed billionaire I’m currently touching
“L..do you want to stop by a nearby hotel?”
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1 smile at that. Caleb’s place is at least an hour away from the airport. Him wanting us to stay at a hotel means I’m driving him insane, pregnant and all.
“We could..”
The tip of my finger toys with his hardened nipple. As soon as I circle around it, the air seems to grow thicker. My body seems heavier, somehow, as if simply touching Caleb has made laden and hot. I want more–so much more.
With my eyes on Caleb, I feel the firm abs beneath his shirt, and guess what gets me even hotter? I realize he wants me to. touch him, feel him.
But I shouldn’t. We are on a plane. What the hell am I doing? Stop this. We can’t have sex here.
My fingers don’t seem to get the message
I continue to explore Caleb, almost moaning because he is hot, his skin firm and tight, and I want more of it. My fingers barely move from his pectoral muscles. As if, by being sly, he won’t notice that I’m feeling him up. Nice dream.
I clear my throat, searching for my voice. When I find it, it comes out rusty. “So a hotel-”
Caleb kisses me so fast the words don’t get a chance to leave my lips. His lips crash into mine, and I’m officially a goner. I’ve missed the taste of him and moan into his mouth, loving it when his hands tangle in my hair. He does it to pull me closer- closer to his tongue, which sweeps into my mouth. Another moan gets lost in his throat, and my fingers dig into his strong -shoulders.
This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this here, on a plane full of people. But God, it feels so right.
Caleb breaks the kiss, both of us panting as we search each other’s faces. I’m not sure what Caleb sees there, but three seconds later, he is getting rid of his clothes. I do the same, and it becomes a race to undress the fastest.
Soon, we are both naked and absorbing each other. Caleb’s eyes are positively on fire as he looks at my body. He takes in every curve, every stretch mark, and every change that pregnancy has brought onto my body.
Surprisingly enough, I don’t want to hide from him. It must be because his gaze is filled with awe, which makes me feel beautiful. I’m still self–conscious about my changing appearance, but Caleb’s eyes see past all of the changes. When he looks at me, he sees me.
“You’re even more beautiful now,” he whispers, his voice filled with wonder. “Pregnancy suits you, you know that?”
My lips curl into a smile. “You don’t know that since you don’t remember what I looked like before.”
“But I know what you
“Yeah?”
look like now,
and you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
To prove it, his head lowers so that his lips can land on mine again. He’s hesitant at first as if seeing if I want this. When I make no move to flee, our tongues tangle. It’s something I’ve mased, and I hold my breath as Caleb moves his hands to my face, cradling my cheeks.
I can’t believe we are finally kissing again. It’s as if I’ve been waiting forever for this moment, for his touch to return to my body, and I sink into the pleasure, the pressure of our mouths increasing. His hand slides up to my hair, and he cups my nape, pulling me closer.
It’s my first kiss since his operation, and passion takes over. Our mouths fit together instinctively, knowing how to play even though Caleb lacks his memories, It’s as if his body remembers the story of us, and that makes his tongue delve deeper.
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Taste me. Tease me. Gosh, this is good–so damn good!
My hands skate up his chest, trailing over his defined muscles al mapping out the hills and valleys. He is so strong and gorgeous. Heat spreads between my legs. I’m incredibly horny, and when we part to breathe, I’ve long forgotten where we are or what we were doing.
“Again.” I whisper. “Kiss me again.”
“Leah..” Caleb breathes my name before he is over me like an animal, pressing his hips against my pelvis.
Its everything.
His lips own me, sucking at my bottom lip, then going right back to slanting his mouth over mine. His erection is leaking pre–cum at the tip, and my legs part, inviting him in. His hands End mine, his thumbs teasing over the rapid pulse in my wrists. The gesture is romantic as if he’s counting the beats of my pulse.
“I want you so badly” he whispers as he kisses my neck, his teeth scraping down my throat, his tongue lapping at my skin as if he can’t get enough.
My need for him grows until it’s almost painful not to have his cock inside of me, and I feel hot, like the plane has become at furnace.
“Yes…” I murmur as my hand drifts over his v–lines to caress him dangerously close to his large cock. It must be torture for him since his erection is begging for my attention, and it becomes obvious when he groans, his lashes fluttering.
“Leah… You’re killing me…”
“Am I?” I whisper in a teasing tone that got him glaring at me before kissing me again. This time, his mouth doesn’t stay on mine for too long.
“I’ve waited too–long to do this…” He mutters and pulls back from my face to latch his mouth onto a breast, his tongue darting around the dusky pink areola like I’m a feast.
“Gods…” I have to fight not to moan loudly as he devours me, switching from one heavy breast to the other. My leg hooks around his waist as I meet his cock.
“Crazy how I’ve managed to stay away for long…” He breathes against my skin. “You’ve got no idea how badly I’ve wanted to take you…
His fingers travel down, sliding around me to squeeze my ass. And this is probably the point where I should call a halt, but I don’t. I touch him back, the strong column of his throat, the top of his broad shoulders, the muscles on his chest. I want to inhale him, every single masculine piece.
Caleb sees me touching him as an invitation to slide a finger inside me, and I’m dripping wet. A primal sound erupts from
his throat.
“You’re so wet…
“I know,” I whisper. “I’m wet for you, Caleb, and so ready to be fucked on this plane,
re to make my dream come true?
