Chapter Thirty-Four

 

 

 

It really was beautiful.

The city lights twinkled all around them and the soft glow from the votive candles shimmered on the water’s surface. Caleb has managed to somehow reserve the entire rooftop pool area for them and the total privacy and quiet was exactly what she—they—needed. Caleb was completely relaxed in the Jacuzzi, one arm slung over the edge without a care, the other he smoothed up and down her leg, making her tingle.

“How do you do it?” she asked suddenly.

“How do I do what, baby?”

“How do you manage to make me feel so special?” She shrugged, suddenly embarrassed to have made the admission.

He pulled her onto his lap and slid his arms around her waist, bringing her flush to him. He nosed her hair out of the way and nuzzled at her neck. “Because,” he began, his breath hot on her skin, “you are special. You’re perfect, Syd, in every single way, and you’re perfect for me.”

She shifted restlessly on him, his mouth against her neck doing everything but relax her. She angled her head to grant him greater access and his lips eagerly took residence on the exposed flesh.

“You make me feel loved, Caleb. So damn loved, and needed…and so much more I can’t even begin to put into words.”

“I’ll say it as many times as I have to till you believe me, Sydney. I love you.” He kissed her neck. “I love you.” He moved to her jaw line. “I love you.”

He was getting hard underneath her and she giggled. “I’m literally feeling the love, CJ.”

He laughed. “Can’t help it. Not with you around.” He lifted her up and repositioned her so that she was straddling him. He raised his hips and pressed into her center.

Syd moaned low and reached between her legs to massage his ever-growing cock beneath the water. She gave it a squeeze and he let out a small contented sound that did all kinds of things to her. Her sexual frustration bubbled to the surface and, needing to do more than grope CJ, Syd popped off his lap and got out of the Jacuzzi.

“Follow me,” she whispered. She headed toward one rather discreet corner of the rooftop, grabbing their towels and bathrobes along the way. This little nook was perfect for what she was about to do—it was tucked away underneath a small overhang, protecting them from prying eyes. She spread the towels out on the ground and folded the robes up to act as a makeshift pillow. When she straightened up she turned to find Caleb standing behind her, water beaded on his tanned torso and a crooked smile on his delectable lips.

“Enjoying the view, Mr. Jones?” She hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and shimmied them off her hips a couple of inches. “Anything I can do to make it more interesting?”

No more than two strides and he was at her side, drawing her into his embrace, his hands on her ass and his mouth on hers. She let him envelop her, everything going fuzzy for a moment, before she pulled away. She nodded toward the towels.

“Lie down,” she instructed.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he joked, settling to the ground and doing as he was told.

“Only when you’ve been teasing me constantly and I’m dying to get off,” she quipped, instantly silencing his laughter.

“Jesus, Syd…”

She dropped to all fours beside him and kissed his chest, slapping him away when he went to cradle her head. “No touching.”

“But…”

“No touching.”

He nodded and rested his hands under his head, no doubt a move to prevent getting yelled at again.

She went back to kissing him, lips feathering across his bronzed skin, while using her hands to explore the already familiar planes of his muscled chest. “I missed you,” she murmured, moving her lips up his neck and finally coming to rest on his mouth. She lingered there, tugging his lower lip, nibbling on it, before she swung a leg over and settled on him. He mumbled something incoherent and reached for her hips. She grabbed his wrists and held him still, rendering him immobile.

“I thought I told you to sit still, Mr. Jones.”

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Bennett,” he quipped. “You’re incredibly sexy and my hands tend to wander of their own volition when I’m around you.”

She grinned. “That’s a good answer,” she said, tucking his hands underneath his ass for safe-keeping. “But if you keep misbehaving, I can’t do fun stuff like this.” She shimmied a couple of inches and ground down on his crotch. “Or this,” she added, reaching up to undo the ties on her bikini top and let the fabric fall to her waist, revealing her breasts.

“I will definitely behave,” he choked out, eyes fixed on her chest.

“Well, in that case,” she continued, unclasping the back of her top and tossing it to the patio floor, “I can take these off.” She untied the bows at her hips and slid her bikini bottoms from between her legs. Caleb let out a low growl. He raised his hips and rocked, the bulge in his shorts sliding between the wet folds of skin.

“Oh! I… I thought…touching…not…” she stumbled, the sensation rendering her unable to string a sentence together.

He shook his head. “I’m not breaking any rules, baby. I’m sitting on my hands and my shorts are between us. Technically, I’m not touching you.” He winked and continued moving beneath her, each stroke hitting the tender nub that made sparks burst behind her eyelids.

“That… That’s not fair,” she whimpered, bracing herself with an arm on either side of his head, enabling her to bear down and him to increase the pressure on her clit. It didn’t take long. “I… Oh God!” she cried out, every muscle tensing as the orgasm ripped through her. She landed in a heap on top of him, breathless.

Well, that plan backfired in the most amazing way.

“Can I touch you now?” he whispered into her hair.

She nodded against his shoulder.

He shifted and his hands were on her, smoothing the hair off her face, fingertips gliding along her spine. She sighed, fully content, and nuzzled into him. She loved the smell of his skin, the sensation of him… She loved everything about him. Syd lifted her head to glance at him—his eyes were closed, and a soft smile played at his lips. He looked totally relaxed, but between her legs she could feel he was anything but. She kissed him and whispered, “Your turn.”

He winged an eyebrow. “Yeah, eh?”

She slid down his body, taking his swim trunks with her. She wrapped her fingers around his length and giggled. “Careful there, stud, you’re starting to sound Canadian.”

He was about to respond—with some witty retort, no doubt—but the words fell out in a mumble of incoherent sounds when she licked the tip of his cock. She circled the head with her tongue, stopping now and then to again lick from the base to the tip and back again. She gripped him tight and pumped up and down in time with her mouth, sucking hard until he cursed then she turned it to gentle and teasing.

“Stop, baby,” he whispered. “Please stop.”

She lifted off him in a second, worried she’d done something to hurt him. “Is something wrong? Are you okay? Is—”

He put a finger to her lips to shush her. “I need to be inside you,” he growled. He kicked his shorts from around his ankles and twisted his body to fish around in one of the robe-slash-pillows. He brought out a small foil packet and shredded it open savagely.

“Assumed you were getting some nookie tonight, did you?”

“I was hopeful,” he replied, rolling it on and grabbing her by the hips in two seconds flat. He carefully lowered her on top of him, then he was inside her, filling her up. She rolled her hips and leaned back on him, resting her hands back on his knees for support. Caleb gripped her with one hand while using the other to focus on her center, rubbing the tender nub steadily. She tipped her head toward the sky, briefly noticing the stars in the clear Toronto night before another climax tore through her and she saw stars of her own.

But he wasn’t done with her yet.

She was still reeling from the orgasm and CJ didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her chest to his mouth and teasing the stiff peak of her nipple between his teeth. Syd hooked her ankles around his waist and gasped his name.

“Hang on to me.” He latched onto her ass and less than gracefully wobbled to his feet, still buried deep inside her.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled, nibbling his neck.

He backed her up into a corner. “You’re gonna need to brace yourself, darlin’.”

She stretched her arms out to either side, gripping the rough brick surface as best she could and letting Caleb take her full weight. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass and he withdrew from her a couple inches, just enough to make the force of him slamming back in glorious. Syd was slick with want for him and he glided in and out easily, over and over, until finally he let loose a guttural sound as he found his own release.

“I love you, Sydney,” he whispered into her hair as she clung to him. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, Caleb.” She rested her head on his shoulder and bit back tears. “No matter what happens, I need you to believe that. I love you.”