Caleb was fire, onyx fire, his skin burning under the tips of my fingers as they traced his broad, hard, mountainous chest, and I, too, began to burn. His hands, gripping my waist, soon slid backward, reaching my backside, squeezing it firmly as a new pressure began to swell against my abdomen. Then he lifted me, with barely any effort, and pressed my back against the wall while our lips melted into a warm, wet kiss that set the rhythm for our bodies to begin caressing each other. His pressure connected with my core, and I knew how robust it was, how much it had grown with the desire I fueled in him, and how it, in turn, aroused me. It wasn’t long before I felt myself soaked, yearning for what Caleb promised to offer.
“You’re so beautiful, Hil,” he whispered against my ear, nibbling it, d
