SASSY IN STILETTOS ARe version (22 page)

Micha met Caleb thrust for thrust. He kept his
eyes on hers, never breaking the intimate connection as her orgasm coursed
through her. Micha bucked as the pleasure rolled through her body. Caleb
wrapped his arms around her and held on tight as his orgasm pounded through his
veins.

Before he collapsed, he whispered one word. “Mine.”

***

Micha stretched languorously, with her arms over
her head and not a care in the world. God, that man knew how to put a woman at
ease. She was tucked into Caleb’s warm body and smiled shyly to herself as she
remembered the forced intimacy. The way he hadn’t let her hide any part of
herself. The way he’d insisted that they’d held that connection. It went beyond
anything she’d ever done before. If she forced herself to think about it, she’d
have to face that it had been a very long time since she’d been that free or
that close to anyone. For the most part sex was about sport. The orgasm, the
rush. They never felt quite so…Mmm. She’d always still been tense right after an
orgasm, in a hurry to either get rid of her bed partner or get the hell out of
whatever place she’d found said bed partner.

But now, she felt amazing and happily sluggish,
like she could do this every day for the rest of her life.
Whoa.
Easy there.
No need to go getting all lovey and homey. The intense
connection shit was fantastic, but planning a life with Caleb was a dangerous
proposition. But maybe, just maybe, seeing him regularly didn’t have to be so
bad. Maybe it wouldn’t ruin things. If he could make her actually feel
something, maybe she didn’t have to always be her. Always so alone. Ridged,
unyielding. Giving in had been refreshing. Different. Easy. With Caleb, she
hadn’t had to try so hard. All she had to do was follow.

She chuckled to herself. When the hell was the
last time she followed anyone?
Simon
.

As quickly as the thought emerged, she shut it
down. She wouldn’t think of that asshole when she was in bed with someone else.
 Not when she was in bed with Caleb. Caleb wouldn’t hurt her like Simon had. He
wouldn’t rip her to shreds.

She wiggled into Caleb again, and she felt the
lengthening of his cock along her ass. God, they’d already gone three times in
the night. She couldn’t take anymore.

Could she? She questioned her own stamina as soon
as he placed a big hand on her right breast and cupped it, bringing her even
tighter against him.

“Mm, Caleb. Are you trying to kill me?”

“I was the one asleep, minding my own business
when you started wiggling. You should know your ass is sweet enough to raise
the dead. Hell, it doesn’t take more than a whiff of your shampoo when I’m
awake, and I have better control when I’m awake.”

She giggled. “Oh, yes, I’ve experienced your
control.” Damn, it’s like the man was into tantric sex or something. Caleb’s
policy was ladies first, ladies second, maybe ladies third, then everybody
together. She’d lost track of how many orgasms she’d had.  And even when they’d
been entwined around each other making love, he’d seemed blissfully happy to
stay there.

He kissed her shoulder and rolled his hips into
her again. His cock was rock hard and nudging her ass insistently. “Not so much
control, but more about never wanting to leave. Ever.”

He smoothed a hand down her leg, and she shivered.
The simplest of touches was enough to have her body humming to life again.

He lifted her leg and hooked it over his hip,
opening her up to him completely. The hand that was wrapped around her belly
shifted down to part her swollen folds. His cock slipped in easily, and they
both groaned. Caleb continued soft swirls around her clit. Nothing urgent,
noting too demanding, only easy teasing like they had all the time in the
world. “Micha, you feel so good. Tight. I could spend all day doing nothing but
this.”

Micha released a shuddering breath as he continued
to play with her breast. “I wouldn’t complain about that.”

He chuckled and kissed her shoulder again as he
stroked deep. So deep filling her womb. Achingly tender. “So you’re saying you’re
a fan of letting go?”

“Mm, oh yes.”

He circled her clit again and then pinched the
tiny bud. “Good, because I don’t plan on letting go of you, Micha Bennett, not
for a long, long time. I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill.”

He stroked in and out. The tip of his cock gently
brushed over her G-spot again and again. Not enough to send her over the edge,
but enough to tease her and drive her slowly insane.

She reached one hand into his hair while the other
slid down her body to join his. Together, fingers intertwined, they stroked
her. He controlled the pace, but she controlled how they touched. Working in
tandem, they brought her closer and closer to orgasm, but never quite taking
her over the edge. Dancing up to it and retreating. Dancing up to it again and
retreating. It was agonizing. She wanted to come. But she wanted to stay. She
never wanted to leave.

Even as the thought filtered through, it didn’t
alarm her. Didn’t scare her. Caleb made her feel safe and desired and lo—Caleb
bit her ear lobe and kicked up the pace of his penetration.

She tugged harder on his hair, and he hissed into her
ear. “Shit, woman, you know that drives me insane.”

“Why the hell do you think I do it? I want to
drive you insane for once.”

His hips drove home again. “You’ve been driving me
insane since I first laid eyes on you.”

Caleb pumped into her, and she met him thrust for
thrust, him nipping her ear as they stroked her clit faster and faster. Their
combined orgasms imploded like a flash bomb. There wasn’t much warning, merely
an additional twitch of his cock deep inside her, and him nipping her shoulder
hard, and Micha careened off the cliff in pure bliss with Caleb right behind her.

***

Micha wasn’t sure how long she slept. But when she
woke with Caleb’s leg and arm thrown over her protectively, she smiled. Was
this what it felt like to really connect with someone? Shit, if she was being
honest with herself, then she’d been missing out with Simon. While they’d been
good together and she’d loved him, it had never been like this. Easy and hot at
the same time. It was like Caleb knew how to touch her instinctively. She moved
right, he moved left. Like they were choreographed in a dance.

Gingerly, she lifted her arm away. She really had
to pee. And if she so much as brushed any soft parts against him, she’d be flat
on her back with him inside her again. Not that there was anything wrong with
that. Her body agreed as it immediately started to hum and soften again. Micha
rolled her eyes at the tell-tale flutter low in her belly. There was simply no
way she could be horny...again...after the last time. Or really after any of
the times in the middle of the night. But sure enough, she wanted him. Yet
again.

Before she could give into her hormonal urge to
jump his bones, she hustled to the bathroom. That man was dangerous to her
health and wellbeing.

After she finished in the bathroom, using the time
to wash her face and brush her teeth, she quickly checked her appearance. Her
hair was ravaged, but nothing a quick spritz with some water wouldn’t solve. She
didn’t want to go full make up, but she did add some lip gloss and separated
her lashes. They were so curly and long, they tended to get in her eyes if she
didn’t make an attempt to control them.

“Oh no, you are not in here primping for that man.”
Oh yes, she was, and it felt nice. She usually never had the opportunity. She
was so busy kicking someone out, trying to make sure she never saw them again.

When the floor texture under her bare feet changed
from cold tile, to heated hardwood, to plush carpet, she snatched up his
discarded sweater from the floor and threw it on. Left to Caleb, he’d keep her
in bed for the rest of the day. But she needed to eat. “A girl’s gotta eat,” she
whispered and kissed his forehead.

She padded out into the living room area,
sidestepping her shoes and stepping over her discarded bra. Note to self—make
sure to locate underwear later, before his cleaning woman found it. Her stomach
grumbled as she neared the kitchen. Maybe she’d make him her world-famous
French toast. She hoped he had oranges. When was the last time she’d made
breakfast for a man? Hell, when was the last time she’d cooked for someone else
period and enjoyed it? She could work up a masterpiece in the kitchen, but
since she was on her own most of the time, she only ever made large meals and
froze them, but after several days she was so sick to death of whatever it was
she couldn’t finish it.

Excited to do something for him, Micha picked up
her pace. When she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she froze. A dark
haired woman stood with the fridge wide open, rummaging through it.

Holy fuck.
She
immediately assessed her environment and estimated the distance to her purse
and her gun. Her heart thudded. Lightheadedness threatened to overtake her.
No
. She would not have a panic attack. Caleb was asleep in
the other room. Whoever this was wasn’t going to hurt her. And she certainly
wasn’t going to kill Caleb.  

Micha decided on the only course of action she
knew. Bold confrontation. “Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you
doing in Caleb’s apartment?”

The brunette didn’t even whip around. Didn’t seem
surprised in the least. She looked up slowly and smiled at Micha. “I’m Caleb’s
wife. Now who the fuck are you?”

Caleb woke to the scent of strawberries and a stiff
erection. He scratched his hair and groaned as he rolled over. God, what had
that woman done to him?
Rather, what did you do to her?

A slow smile tugged at his lips at the thought of
Micha and all her softness wrapped around him. Instinctively, he reached for
her, but instead of warm, satiny skin, all that met him was cool sheets. Her
side of the bed was empty.

He cranked open an eyelid and searched his
bedroom. “Micha?”
Shit
.

Springing out of bed, Caleb dragged on his jeans,
leaving the top unbuttoned. After last night and this morning, would she
actually leave him? Worse, would she ignore all the danger and go out on her
own?

Caleb yanked open his bedroom door and stormed
into the living room, but drew up short. A slim brunette draped on his couch
with the remote in hand.
Sabine
.

“If you’re looking for little miss potty mouth,
you just missed her. Apparently she didn’t take well to the fact that you were
married.”

Caleb had never hit a woman in his life. He’d
spent his whole life trying to protect women, innocents. But in that moment, as
rage coalesced in his blood, he considered throttling Sabine. Wrapping his
hands around her neck and squeezing until her eyes went dead. He forced his
trembling hands into his pockets. “What the fuck did you say to her?”

Sabine grinned. “What? No, hey lover. It’s nice to
see you? Have to say, Caleb, it’s nice to see you too. And I do mean all of you.”
Her eyes roved all over his bare chest and paused at his jeans. “I didn’t say
anything, I swear. Although, I might have asked her if you still did that thing
where you stick your tongue into all sorts of naughty places. Then she ran.
Poor thing. I hope it wasn’t something I said.”

Caleb’s stomach rolled, and white-hot fury gnawed
at his gut. He scooped up the T-shirt he’d tossed on the couch last night and
dragged it on. “Which way did she go?”

“
Tsk tsk
, lover. That’s
not the way this works. You already asked a question. Now it’s my turn. Where’s
the girl?”

“Go fuck yourself, Sabine.”

Her responding smile was more a baring of teeth. “I’d
rather you fucked me.”

He cast her a derisive glare before searching the
living room for his shoes. Fuck it, he’d go after her barefoot. His guys wouldn’t
let her leave the complex without his say so. “Satan and his minions will be
doing triple loops before that happens, Sabine.”

“Come on, Caleb, for old time’s sake. And after
you do those dirty things I like so much, you can tell me where you stashed the
girl. I don’t usually take my pleasure before work, but in your case, I’ll make
an exception. You’re already half naked, and the thought of you fucking all
night is getting me hot.”

Caleb narrowed his eyes. “I’d rather cut off my
own dick than touch you again.”

“That’s a real shame. Lately I’ve been given a
fantastic view of what I used to work with, and it’s made me all nostalgic.”

Lately? “Were you the one who sent Micha the
video?”

Sabine smirked. “Sex tapes, Caleb. So tawdry. I
never would have imagined I’d see you in porn, but I gotta say. Your little
peep show was hot.”

“I want the original. Or you’re going to be very
unhappy.”

“I want the girl. We could both get what we want,
or you could just get used to disappointment.”

Caleb yanked open his front door. “I’m not giving
you the girl until you come clean about what you really want with her.” As he
jogged down the hallway to Micha’s, he called out. “I also want you out of my
place.”

“Where the fuck are you going? We’re not done.”

“Yes, we are. You know the way out.” He’d have to
up his security. There was no way she should have been able to get in. He’d
have to ask the guys how the hell that happened.

When he arrived at Micha’s he nodded at Tom. “She
in there?”

Tom inclined his head. “Yeah. She came tearing
over about ten minutes ago. Didn’t say a word. I think she’s packing.”

Fuck
. “Yeah. Thanks.” Letting
himself in, he called her name. “Micha? Can we talk about it?” She came out of
the bedroom with a carry-on bag and brandishing a knife. “Without a weapon.”

“Fuck you, Caleb. You think I can do as much
damage to you as you just did to me? You’re fucking married?”