When I slip my fingers through one of his belt loops and tug, he grabs my wrist and guides it above my head, pressing me harder into the couch. My whole body shakes with need. Eyes like burning coals glance at me. “You’re not supposed to work for it, sweetheart. I am.” And then Caleb goes to work. He holds me down on the couch and moves against me like we’re in a bed. Like we’re in a bed, and we’re both naked, and he’s deep inside me and wants to get deeper.
OH PERIODDDDD
