We were quiet as we slow danced in the dark, our bodies moving in sync, neither one of us breaking eye contact. Our thighs rubbed as we shifted, and I slid my hand lower, to the base of her spine. Splaying my fingers, I pressed her even tighter against me, making sure she could feel the hard ridge of my cock grinding against her stomach.
Having her this close was pure torture, considering all the wicked things I'd already done to her in my head, in my dirtiest fantasies when I was alone at night, dick in hand.
As the sexual tension between us heightened, I decided that tonight I wasn't going to fight the attraction between us.
Mutual desire flickered in her gaze and her tongue skimmed her lower lip. "Caleb…" she whispered.
I heard the soft plea in her voice, and wanting to selfishly indulge myself when it came to Stevie, I released her hand and pushed my fingers through her hair, gripping the soft strands and tipping her head back so that her mouth was right below mine.
Without hesitation, I crushed my lips to
hers. Seconds later, my tongue slid deep and tangled with hers. She clutched the front of my shirt in her hands and whimpered, the needy sound reverberating throughout my entire body.
God, she made me fucking ravenous. I thought I could stop with one taste, but I was wrong. Her mouth molded to mine as the kiss turned deeper, hotter, both of us unable to get enough.
All I could think about was stripping her bare, licking her everywhere, then sinking as deep as I could get inside her pussy.
My dick throbbed at the thought, and judging by the way she arched against me and made soft mewling sounds, there was no denying she wanted the same thing.
Knowing that our make-out session was about to get out of hand in a very public place, and quickly, I ended the kiss. My hand was still in her hair, and she looked dazed by what had just transpired between us.
Right now, all I wanted was this one thing: a night with Stevie, just for myself. Desperately.
"Come back to my place," I whispered, issuing the invitation as I slid my palm down so that I was cupping her cheek and my thumb slid across her damp bottom lip.
"I don't have pomegranates, but I do have chocolate." A sparkle lit her eyes, and she smiled at my teasing comment.
"That's okay with me, because I hate pomegranates."
I chuckled. "I'll add that to your list of things you won't eat."
She bit her bottom lip, looking adorably sexy. "And, Caleb, you don't need chocolate to seduce me. You already have."
My entire body buzzed as Caleb and I separated to say our goodbyes to everyone so it wasn't blatantly obvious that we were leaving together.
Raven might be my best friend, but I decided there was no need for her to know that I was hooking up with her brother, considering I was pretty sure this was just a one-night thing.
If it turned into something more, well, then
I'd have that conversation with her. But for now, sneaking off with Caleb felt so sexy and illicit, and I had to admit I liked the feeling of being whisked away by the one man who'd starred in my fantasies the past year.
I couldn't wait to see how the evening played out, but I was already filled with the anticipation of finally scratching this itch between us.
As we'd agreed, I met Caleb in the lobby of the hotel after we both bid our farewells. I'd given him his jacket back once we'd made the decision to leave the party individually, but he hadn't put it back on. It was still draped over his arm, and as soon as I reached him he put it back around my
shoulders to keep me warm.
There was something about the sweet, almost romantic gesture that gave me all the feels, even as I cautioned myself to not let foolish notions play out in my head.
This wasn't a relationship. Hell, this wasn't even a date. It was just pleasure for the sake of pleasure, two consenting adults enjoying an intense sexual attraction for a night, and I told myself I was okay with
that.
A luxury SUV was waiting at the curb as we walked outside—not an Uber but what appeared to be Caleb's own private car with a driver named Dylan. Once we were settled in the back seat and Caleb directed the driver to his place, The Cortland in West Chelsea, I withdrew my phone from my purse and typed out a text to Valerie.
Okay, you win. I'm spending a little extra time with Caleb tonight, if you know what I mean. I added a grinning emoji and sent off the message.
You lucky girl! Enjoy the night, Caleb, and hopefully multiple orgasms. She followed that up with five fireworks emojis.
I groaned and shook my head to myself.
"Everything okay?" Caleb asked. He'd insisted I sit beside him in the back seat, and I turned my head to look up at his handsome face, backlit by the city lights outside the tinted windows. "Just letting my sister know I won't be home for a few more hours."
He flashed a wicked grin that made my panties immediately damp. "A few more hours?" he murmured as he placed a hand right above my bare knee, his fingers hot on my cool skin as they curved possessively around my lower thigh.
"Tell her you won't be home until mid-morning." The fact that he wanted me to spend the night at his place surprised me.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Absolutely." His hand stroked a little higher, stopping at the hem of my dress and making me all too aware of his touch…and wishing it would traverse all the way up my thigh. "I plan to make the most of our night together, and our morning, which includes breakfast." He winked at me.
It was an offer I found impossible to resist, not to mention this charming side to Caleb's personality.