When he slid himself halfway in, Kelly exhaled in relief, the hard substance of his cock satisfying the initial urgency of her need.

Looking back up at his intense face, she discovered that Caleb was studying her expression closely. At first, his scrutiny terrified her—since she thought for a moment he’d figured her out. Figured out all of her lies and all of her secrets and all of her weakness in wanting him so much, no matter what might be true about him.

But then she realized what he was looking for.

He didn’t want this to be like last night.

“It’s good,” she breathed, telling him the absolute truth. “So good.”

He slid the rest of the way inside her, bringing his other arm up until he was resting his upper body on his elbows and forearms. In this position he could tangle his hands in her sprawled hair and cup the back of her head.

Kelly bent her knees up around his hips and then wrapped her legs around him all the way, wanting him as close as she could get him.

Hooking her ankles around his back, she reached her arms down to stroke his strong thighs, which he’d just readjusted to give himself better leverage.

With their shift of position, he sank deeper inside her, and Kelly heard Caleb stifle a grunt in response.

Then he straightened his arms, rearing up enough to give himself more room to thrust.

The tight, full sensation of his cock inside her was becoming agonizing since he hadn’t yet moved it. Pumping her hips beneath his weight even more, Kelly did her best to sustain some kind of motion. She needed them to move. She needed him to make love to her.

Caleb’s face twisted briefly at her attempts to ride him from below. Then, with a rough groan, he eased his pelvis back. Thrust into her in a smooth, clean stroke.

Kelly’s mouth fell open in pleasure, and her fingers tightened on his thighs. “Yes,” she hissed again. “Caleb!”

With a jerk of his head, Caleb pulled back and stroked in again. This time she met his thrust with her hips.

He was deep, but the depth felt good, felt urgent, felt needed. As he kept thrusting into her, she kept bucking up with his rhythm. And she was so wet and aroused that after only a couple of minutes she could feel an orgasm mounting inside her.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, tossing her head and trying not to stare at Caleb’s face above her—his hot eyes, tense jaw, and uncharacteristically unguarded expression.

He loved her. He loved her. And he wanted her for who she really was—not just her body, not just the person she was pretending to be.

She could feel the erotic sensations coalescing, rising, intensifying into a cresting wave.

The friction of his cock as it drove into her rhythmically was lush and overwhelming—deeper and slower than when he’d been massaging her clit. And the primitive motion of their coupling was shaking the bed, causing Kelly’s body to bounce gently, stimulating all of the other parts of her.

She knew she was going to come. Knew it was going to be powerful.

“Oh, God,” she mumbled again, starting to pant and tense up as she felt herself getting closer. Her hands were still clutching at Caleb’s thighs, and something about the feel of his tightening, working muscles beneath her hands felt so intimate that she couldn’t let go.

Caleb was huffing out textured sounds that were halfway between grunts and pants, and his eyes were the hungriest things she’d ever seen.

With a look of concentrated effort, he bent his elbows to lower himself again, his mouth finding hers in a clumsy, urgent kiss.

Kelly’s lips were opened. Her tongue in his mouth. And it felt like he was swallowing her whole as her hips built up their rhythm, frantically seeking her release.

Whimpering into his mouth, she felt her fingernails clawing at his thighs, digging into his skin so hard she knew they’d leave marks. Her legs were getting stiff, and her feet were becoming a little numb as her heels dug into his lower back.

But the only thing she cared about was the climax her body desperately needed and the closeness she could feel to Caleb right now.

Finally the urgency of their motion broke the kiss, but it felt like it was continuing as they gazed at each other through every thrust.

When Kelly opened her mouth, a helpless mewling sound came out instead of any words. She was so close. And the building pressure had become as torturous as it was pleasurable.

Caleb reared up again on straightened arms. Drove into her with choppy, primal strokes. “Kelly,” he muttered thickly.

Almost sobbing in need and frustration, Kelly jerked frantically beneath him. “I love you, Caleb,” she gasped, speaking the truth.

“Yes,” Caleb grunted, a sheen of sweat visible on his face. “Come, Kelly. Come.”

Her last word was almost a scream. “Caleb!”

Then her body arched back like a bow. Froze for one more excruciating moment.

Then she was coming. In deep, intense spasms that almost ripped her apart. Her body convulsed helplessly as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her, and she couldn’t help but release a sound that was almost a howl of exquisite relief.

“Fuck,” Caleb ground out, jerking his hips into the ruthless clasp of her inner muscles. “Oh, fuck, Kelly!”

“Yeah,” she was gasping. Had no idea why or how. “Yeah, yeah.” The lingering ripples from her orgasm were delicious, and she kept squirming her hips into his thrusts to ride them out.

With a final spasmodic jerk of his pelvis, Caleb came too, with a muted roar, his face contorting with pleasure before it was washed with a transforming look of satisfaction.

Kelly’s body was so sensitive and precisely attuned that she was sure she could feel each contraction as Caleb released himself in rhythmic pulses of his cock.

Then he collapsed on her, his elbows buckling and his upper body falling down.

She grunted at the sudden weight but managed to move her arms up until she was holding on to his shoulders. Her body was becoming wonderfully relaxed, and she loved the feeling of having a hot, sweaty, gasping man on top of her.

His head had fallen down into the crook between her head and shoulder, and he was pressing kisses against her skin.

She loved that too. She loved everything about the way they’d just been together.

And she desperately prayed he was someone she was allowed to love.

If Caleb was innocent, then all of her lies would eventually come to light, and it would be too much to ever get over. She couldn’t imagine Caleb wanting to stay with her once he found out the truth, but at least she would know that it wasn’t the ultimate betrayal of her father to love him.

If he was guilty…

She couldn’t bear to even think about that, even though she consciously knew it was a possibility. If he was guilty, she and her mother would seek justice—if not in the legal system, then at least through the press, exposing what he had done to the world. Maybe there would be closure in that, but it would also mean that she had betrayed everything she’d ever believed in by letting herself fall for him.

That knowledge was enough to allow her to find the coordination to poke him in the side. “Caleb. You’re getting a little heavy.”

With another lingering groan, he managed to pull himself up.

She felt raw and empty between her legs, so she rubbed her thighs together and curled herself up, but he stretched her out again as he pulled her against him, spooning her from behind.

He didn’t say anything, but it felt like he was waiting for something. So she followed her instinct.

She looked at him over her shoulder and admitted, “I want so much more than your body too.”