Caleb’s mouth was relentless, trailing heat over my breasts, sucking hard enough to leave marks that would still be there tomorrow. My back arched, pressing into him, and the sound that tore from my throat was raw, guttural, nothing like the soft little moans I usually made.
He looked up at me, lips swollen, eyes dark and shining. “f**k, Maddie, you’re perfect.”
Before I could answer, he slid lower, dragging his mouth down my stomach, his stubble scraping deliciously against my overheated skin. His jeans rasped against my thighs, rough against smooth, and I whimpered at the friction.
“Spread those legs for me,” he murmured.
The demand sent heat straight between my thighs, and I obeyed instantly, opening for him as he settled between them. His hands gripped the insides of my thighs firm
