Chapter 30

I couldn’t tell you which of us moved first. All I know is that one moment we were next to each other, the electricity between us so thick that I could barely breathe, and now Caleb is *everywhere*. His lips are on mine, and his hands roam my body, sending sparks skittering across my skin. He moves one hand down to my ass, pulling me closer to him so our bodies align and there is no more space between us, then moves the other up to the back of my head. His fingers wind their way through my hair, and he pulls, and the prickling pain it brings causes a soft moan to escape my lips, which have parted slightly as Caleb angles my head back. He takes advantage, sweeping his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dance around each other, and something about the feel of it sends me into a damn frenzy, and *God I swear that I could die happy right now.*

In this moment, I don’t care that he’s my boss, I don’t care that he once tried to kill me, I don’t care about anything other than getting as close to him as humanly possible. I break our kiss to press Caleb’s chest, guiding him so that he is sitting back against the bench seat, then I swing my leg over both of his, straddling him. I settle myself down into his lap, only to feel his hard cock press into me in just the right spot. Even through layers of clothes, he feels *incredible* against me. The sound he makes as I slowly grind against him is so fucking sexy that I move my mouth back to his, kissing him deeply, as though I could take that sound and swallow it down, making it a part of me.

He breaks the kiss and moves to kiss a trail down my neck, leaving a path of heat behind as I continue to grind on him like we are a couple of teenagers hiding under the bleachers. The boat rocks gently, and the added movement heightens all of the sensations that much more.

Without any warning, Caleb wraps his hands around my thighs and lifts me off of him, shifting to gently lay me on my back. He follows, settling himself down over me, his hips pressing between my open legs. A moan escapes my lips, and he pulls back to look at me. His expression is full of heat, mixed with something that looks a hell of a lot like awe, as he softly murmurs, “You are incredible.”

I roll my eyes at him, but can’t help the smile that takes over my face.

“I’m serious.” He smiles back at me. “Let me show you how incredible I think you are,” he says to me, his voice a little unsure, almost pleading.

I hesitate, and he pauses, wanting to give me room to answer. If I say yes, it will complicate things between us. There might be consequences that I regret. But I also *know* without a doubt that I will regret it if I say no. If I stop things right here, I will spend forever wondering what delicious things he would have done to me, what he might have awoken in me, the sensations he could have evoked.

And I don’t want to wonder. I want to know.

I give him a small nod. I want this– want *him*– consequences be damned.

Relief mingled with joy washes over his features, and he rocks back onto his knees. He looks down at me, his gaze slowly roaming over my body as if trying to decide where he wants to begin. The way that he is looking at me– like he is starving and I am the most delicious meal laid out before him– gives me the confidence to sit up and slowly peel my sweater off, lifting it over my head before I lay back down, leaving me in just my bra. The chill of the air rushes over my now-bare skin, causing my nipples to pebble. Caleb definitely notices, his eyes locking onto their raised outline showing through my thin bra.

He lurches forward, closing his mouth down around one nipple while his hand moves to cover the other. The warm heat of his mouth sends molten lava through my veins, driving away the chill from my exposed skin.

His mouth lingers there for a moment, then he begins trailing kisses across my chest, down my stomach, then across my hips as his fingers work to undo the button of my jeans. When he has succeeded, I lift my hips as he slides my jeans down my legs, my panties following shortly after. He pauses, glancing heavenwards as if sending up a prayer of thanks, and then his mouth is on me.

His tongue slowly brushes forward along my slit, until it reaches my clit. He draws slow, hot circles around the sensitive bud, and the tension in my lower abdomen starts building immediately. I squirm beneath him, unable to process the amount of pleasure that he is bringing to my body right now. In response, he wraps his arms around my legs, bringing his hands to my hips and presses down, holding my hips in place and my legs splayed open for him. Only for him.

The things that he is doing with his mouth feel so damn good that I know I won’t last long. As if he can read my mind– or maybe he is just *really* good at reading my body– he picks up the pace and I pray that there really is no one around because the sounds that I am making are obscene as he brings me higher and higher.

I am close– so, so close– to coming apart.

The boat rocks again, more roughly this time, adding to all of the sensations swirling through my body, and I cannot believe I have never had sex on a boat before because it is so damn amazing.

“That’s it, baby,” Caleb murmurs against my sensitive flesh, “Be a good girl and come for me.”

That’s all it takes to send me over the edge, and my orgasm rushes through me. The pure ecstacy of it has me making ungodly sounds, and just as the final wave crests over me the boat lurches, sending Caleb rolling off of me, cutting my pleasure short.

“What the hell was that?” I sit up, looking for what we bumped into to cause such an abrupt movement, but find nothing. The water is calm and there is nothing anywhere near the boat.

My wide eyes meet Caleb’s narrowed eyes.

“Bree, I think–” he begins, but then he is cut off by the shrill ringing of his cell phone, and I am left wondering what he was about to say.