Like Cats and Dogs by Kate McMurray (scary books to read TXT) 📗

to Lauren’s discarded bra. Caleb leaned up, grasped Lauren’s waist, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. His hot tongue was magic, shooting electric currents through her body, and she sighed and put her hands around his head to keep him there. She could feel him hard between his legs.

“Too much clothing,” she murmured.

He tapped her thigh and she took that as a sign to get off him. As soon as he had space, he undid his belt and pulled his pants off. In a further sign that none of this was planned, he had on a pair of threadbare boxers that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

He had light hair everywhere, though, from his disheveled coif to the hair dusted along his chest, to the slightly darker hair that formed a line pointing into his boxers. And he was cut, like he spent a lot of time in a gym: rounded arm muscles, defined pecs, strong abs. His blue eyes seemed to glow a bit as he stared at her.

She took the hint and slid off her jeans, pulling off her socks in the process. The pink cotton panties were again not exactly her sexiest lingerie either, but Caleb still placed a hand on her hip and hooked his thumb into the waistband.

It had been awhile since she’d gotten naked with a man. She hadn’t gotten much action at all since Derek aside from a thirty-second affair right after the breakup—she’d been too busy with the café and hadn’t gone out of her way to date. She felt self-conscious suddenly. Here was the hottest guy she’d ever been with—unassuming veterinarian in the streets, underwear model in the sheets—about to take off her panties, and a million thoughts spun through her head. She hadn’t shaved in a while, he might not like what he saw, she hadn’t planned to get naked with anyone this week—or month, to be honest—and this kind of spontaneity was so unlike her…

But then she decided to just roll with it. Caleb slid her panties off and said, “Oh, yeah,” which was reassuring.

He positioned her on her back on the bed and slid between her legs, his boxers still on. He kissed her and cupped her breast in one hand, then slid that hand down her stomach and between her legs. She was wet and ready when he slid a finger inside her. Her body practically screamed, Yes, let’s do this.

She slid a hand down his back, cupped his very smooth ass in her hand, then reached into his boxers to wrap a hand around his cock. He sucked in a breath when she touched him.

“Condoms?” he asked.

“Bedside drawer. But, uh, check the expiration dates.” She rolled her eyes and dropped her head back on a pillow. “That might be the least sexy thing I’ve ever said.”

He chuckled and opened the drawer. He tossed a couple of condoms over his shoulder, probably old expired ones, and then held one up and said, “Eureka.”

“I don’t…do this a lot.”

“Hey, that’s okay. No judgment. This one doesn’t expire until next year, so we’re good.”

“Phew.” Lauren laughed nervously.

“Unless you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to. Couldn’t you feel how ready for you I was? Let’s do this.”

Caleb grinned. He really was unbearably cute when he smiled. Handsome, yes, but he had a dimple in his right cheek.

She kissed him. She felt him maneuvering beside her, probably getting his boxers off so he could put on the condom. He pulled away slightly and looked down. His bare cock was something to behold, hard and large and smooth. Lauren ran her hand over his chest as he rolled on the condom. Then he took her hand, rolled her onto her back, and positioned himself between her legs.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“God, back at you. I didn’t know you were hiding all this under your white coat, Dr. Fitch. It’s like a fun, sexy secret.”

He laughed softly. “I thought you were hot the first time I laid eyes on you. I’ve been wanting you ever since.”

She kissed him and nipped at his lower lip. “Then without further ado…”

Caleb ran his fingers along the entrance to her body, then slipped two fingers inside her. She moaned, loving the pressure of his fingers but wanting much more. She grabbed his cock and steered him toward herself. When she felt the blunt head of his cock at her entrance, she shifted her hips to welcome him and murmured, “Yes, that’s what I want.” When he slid inside, it hurt a little, but it was exactly what she needed. She felt full, stretched, aroused like crazy.

“Move,” she said, and she kissed him.

He thrust in and out and got a rhythm going, touching her everywhere his hands reached. He cupped her breast, twisted his body so he could suck on a nipple, ran his hands over her hip, her belly, her neck, her hair. The warmth of arousal spread through her body and tingles and electricity pulsed from between her legs to her fingers and toes.

Why had she put off doing this for so long again? Being with Caleb made Lauren feel like the world could end in three minutes and it would be fine. She kissed him, nibbled at his earlobe, his jaw, his collarbone. She ran her hands over his pecs and abs, pinched his nipples, experimented with touching him in different places to see how he would react. She gently bit the spot where his neck met his shoulder because that made him groan and whisper something unintelligible. And through all that, he made her feel like nothing else existed in the world except the two of them making this powerful friction that would soon propel them both off a cliff.

What a way to go.

She shoved her fingers into his hair, felt the silky strands of it, then dug her fingers into his shoulders as she groaned. She was half delirious with lust and cried out when he reached