“And that day led me to you.” He turned me around, his hand rising to my face, gripping me in a way that made me never want to move. “You were put in my life, and I have no intention of letting go.”

Pressing my back to the glass, he lifted me until my legs circled his waist.

I held on to his shoulders and whispered, “Neither do I.”

The moment his tongue touched mine, a burst let off in my chest and moved down my body. I felt each of his breaths against my face, swallowing them, taking in as much of him as I could. With the glass holding my weight, his fingers lowered to my neck, his mouth devouring me like our kiss was the only thing keeping us alive.

I tightened my legs around him, moaning, “Caleb,” as he went to my nipples, brushing across the tips through my bra.

“Fuck …” He lowered to my ass, squeezing. “You feel so good.” With his lips on my neck, my hair rubbing against the freezing glass, he added, “But I need more, and I can’t wait another second to taste you.”

The sound that came out of me was the answer he needed, and suddenly, he was carrying me through the large, open space and into a small hallway that led to a massive bedroom. He placed me on the edge of the bed, lifting my top over my head while I worked on the button of his jeans.

“Jesus, Whitney.” He looked down at me as I sat in my bra. “You’re gorgeous.”

The compliment caused another wave of heat to move through me, and I began to strip away the rest of his clothes, scanning each part of him that was revealed. Muscles and tight skin, hair in all the places that made him the most masculine man.

“Don’t ever stop looking at me like that,” he said.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to; his body wasn’t something I saw every day, not with the way he took care of himself.

Before I could even breathe, he was tugging off the remainder of what I had on, leaving me bare.

He slowly grazed down my navel, leaving goose bumps in his wake. “Fuck me.” He kissed the top of both breasts. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know this body was hiding under your clothes, or the eggplant would have burned by now.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth. “You’re stunning.”

“Oh God.”

My legs spread, and he moved in between them, his tongue flicking across the peak of my nipple, the hard nip of his teeth reminding me that he was completely in control of my body. He switched to the other side, and my head fell back against the mattress as I took in the sensations exploding through me.