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isn’t the right time for—” She broke off when his hazel eyes bore into hers.
    “Isn’t the right time for what?” His voice was barely above a whisper. His forehead grazed hers.
    “I just can’t.”
    His hand moved deeper into her hair, the other one still against the back of her neck. Leaving his eyes locked on hers, he moved his two hands to meet in the back of her head, buried them deep in her hair. He pressed his lips to her temple. She closed her eyes, breathing in sandalwood.
    He backed her up against the wall next to the door. “I’ll stop if you really want me to, but I want you to know that it hurts to do it.” He pressed his cheek to hers.
    Screw it. This was going to happen. She’d worry about the consequences later. She had the rest of her life to think about those consequences. She wouldn’t get another chance to wrap herself around Caleb Fletcher-Smith. She didn’t want to regret missing the one chance she had.
    She pressed her lips to his collarbone, tasting the skin there. The next thing she knew, they were on his neck. Then, his bottom lip. He parted his lips, sighing against hers. He pressed her to the wall. She locked her arms around him. His hands moved across her back. Their mouths were locked together. She wanted to do much more than kiss him, and she used her mouth to try and show him this. It seemed he was doing the same with his. She lifted one leg onto his hip. He pulled the other up, and held her in place by gripping her thighs without ever separating his lips from hers.
    Clinging to him, feeling his body against hers, she could tell he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
    When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless.
    “I should stop now. Before…” he said.
    She ground her hips against his. “Really?”
    He looked at the door. “What if Macon ?... ”
    She hopped down and grabbed his hand. “Come here.” She led him to her room. She didn’t want to overthink things. She didn’t want to think at all. All she wanted was Caleb.
    Soon, they were on her bed, writhing, hips grinding against each other. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, feeling starved after the few cold and distant months at the end with Derek. He’d been right that the sex was bad for the last few months, but wrong about it being her fault.
    Not that she wanted to think about him when she was with a man like Caleb. She pulled him closer, rubbing against the ridge of his hard-on. She wrapped her legs around him as he teased her neck with his teeth and tongue. He moved lower until he was biting at her nipples through her shirt. She moaned as he teased them to hardened points beneath her bra.
    Her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps as his hands explored her body. He touched every place that needed to be touched even though they were fully clothed. She screamed out with pleasure as he took her over the edge.
    Her breathing started to return to normal, and he rolled off her and stroked her hair away from her face.
    “Whoa,” she said.
    He moved his hand along the inside of her thigh, bringing it to a stop at the crotch of her jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed both jeans and panties off her hips. He pulled them down to her knees and brushed his fingers against the wet, curly hair they’d exposed. He groaned and ripped her jeans and panties down to her ankles, pushing them off the rest of the way with his feet.
    His mouth settled onto sensitive skin that hadn’t been touched by a mouth in years. Derek didn’t do that. She sighed with pleasure as his tongue found the most sensitive part of the slick folds of skin he’d just excited through their clothes. He teased her skin until she was out of her mind with pleasure. Gently taking her pearl between his teeth, he sucked and nibbled at it until she was raw with need for him. Finally, he gave her sweet release once again. As the aftershocks of pleasure rolled through her, Caleb stroked her thighs.
    He sat up. She reached for