She didn’t fight it. Couldn’t fight it.

It didn’t matter what she’d discovered yesterday. It didn’t matter that he was a murderer, any more than if he’d been a saint. He was Caleb, and she couldn’t help but want him this way.

The only sound in the room was the cadence of their heavy breathing and the soft squeaking as Kelly’s bare skin rubbed up against the leather of the sofa. She felt her ass slipping off the seat, so she used her feet on the floor to stabilize her body, hoping Caleb was more secure in his position than she was in hers.

After suckling her nipple for a minute, Caleb released it, moved his head slightly, and nuzzled in between her breasts in a way that made Kelly gasp in surprise.

Her hands grabbed for his head, holding it in place, and she felt the thick hair under her palms—feeling the texture of each wave with a strangely precise recognition.

She felt his teeth against her—the sudden, sharp sensation causing her to gasp again.

He glanced up, into her face, as if he were checking for the reason she had gasped. She could only imagine how she looked—flushed and breathless with her swollen mouth hanging open—and whatever he saw in her face must have reassured him.

He scooted farther down her body and lowered his face again—this time to the top of her belly.

Her stomach was almost quivering with her erratic breathing, and she arched her back again as his lips traced over the sensitive skin there. As his mouth worked on her abdomen, his hands moved up to her bare breasts again, cupping the soft swells of flesh as if he couldn’t get enough of their weight, their texture.

Kelly arched up yet again, her hips squirming in growing need. But, despite her arousal, she was starting to experience a different kind of nervousness as Caleb’s mouth continued lower until it had reached the waistband of her skirt.

One of his hands stroked down from the breast he had been holding until he’d gripped the waistband and slid it down.

Kelly didn’t mind. She didn’t mind that she was nearly naked while Caleb still had on all his clothes, including his shoes and tie.

But she definitely didn’t like the fact that Caleb’s head was all the way down there.

There were some things she just couldn’t allow.

She couldn’t imagine why Caleb would want to waste his time with that, when he could get what he wanted without all the trouble, so she just waited, assuming he’d reposition himself soon and start fucking.

He’d offered to do her once before, but he didn’t normally seem inclined in that direction, thank God.

She lifted her hips at his urging, letting him push her skirt and panties down, first over her hips, then down to her knees. She still had her shoes on, but she was able to toe them off before Caleb pulled her clothes all the way off.

She was naked now, and Caleb raised his head to stare at her for a moment—that familiar look of awe igniting in his eyes.

Kelly just looked away from it, and tried to pull herself up on the sofa some more so her ass wouldn’t keep slipping off and so her stomach muscles wouldn’t have to stretch as much.

“You okay?” Caleb asked thickly. His face was tight and unrevealing, but Kelly could sense the coiled energy pulsing beneath his surface, more powerfully than ever now.

“Yeah,” she breathed, wondering why he was asking this so much today. Before he replied, she figured she might as well get comfortable while she had the opportunity. “But can you get up for a minute?” she added, quirking her lips at him wryly. “I’m about to fall off.”

“Oh,” Caleb muttered, pulling off her until he was sitting on the edge of the sofa. “Sure.”

She lifted her legs up onto the sofa all the way. It was plenty big enough for her to stretch out on. Her naked skin stuck to it a little, but it was so soft and supple that the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. “Okay.”

He stared down at her again in silence. Not moving. Just looking at her—completely naked and sprawled out on his leather sofa.

He stared so long that she started to get uncomfortable. “Caleb?” she prompted, shifting a little. “Weren’t we in the middle of something?”

“Yes,” he agreed, the word coming out with his breath. He adjusted himself until he was over her again, parting her legs some more to make room for his body.

Kelly was about to reach down to unfasten his pants, but Caleb moved until he was too far down for her to reach. His mouth traced over her belly again. Moved lower.

Reached the thin strip of hair between her legs.

Kelly sucked in her breath and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Caleb,” she rasped.

He looked up at the sound of her voice.

“Caleb,” she murmured huskily. “I’ve waited long enough. I want you inside me.”

His face twisted—with tension and weakening control, she thought. “I was going to—”

She was practically writhing now, both to emphasize her point and to keep his mouth from going somewhere it didn’t belong. “Later,” she urged him. “I want you to fuck me now.”

He didn’t argue. He pulled himself up until his face was on the level of hers. She reached down to the fastening of his pants, working on them until she was able to free his hard cock.

He hissed when she ran her fingers up and down the hard length of him. And then released a hoarse moan when she rubbed little circles over the tip. He gave an involuntary thrust into her hand, tightening his fingers on the top of the sofa, with which he was supporting himself.

“Condom,” he said.

She released him, reaching onto the floor for where she’d dropped her purse. “Here,” she offered. “I have one. It’ll be quicker.”

She pulled one out of the inner pocket and quickly tore open the wrapper, rolling it on for him and not meeting his eyes although she knew he was watching her intently as she worked.

He wanted her. That much was obvious. But anything else going on in his mind was beyond her fathoming.

With the condom in place, Caleb reached in between her thighs. He stroked her open with his fingers until he could feel her warm, intimate flesh.

She was wet, and one of his fingers slid into her easily. Kelly gasped and bucked up a little, reaching behind her head to grab on to the arm of the sofa with one of her hands.

“Caleb,” she whispered, her leg hooking around his body. “Now.”

He pulled his hand out and lowered himself over her, until his face was very close. He used one hand to support some of his weight on the sofa and the other to position his cock at her entrance.

She raised her hips to meet him, and her body adjusted easily as he slid his hard flesh inside her.

He froze momentarily, his face beside hers, his expression hidden, his breaths long and deep, as if he were breathing in her hair, which was spread out on the leather cushion beneath her head.

Kelly lay under him, wishing she could distance herself the way she used to all the time. With Caleb. With all the other nameless men she had fucked.

She couldn’t. Not really. She knew this was Caleb. Knew she hated him. And understood him. And wanted him anyway.

And all of it could exist inside her heart at the same time.

She bent her knees on either side of his hips and wrapped one of her arms around his back—still clinging to the arm of the sofa behind her for stability with the other hand.

They were a little cramped on the sofa, but not too much. Caleb’s forearms were planted beside her shoulders. He thrust into her slowly, sliding out, and then plunging back in with long, pleasurable strokes.

His face was so close to hers that his nose and lips glanced across her skin occasionally. Sometimes like a kiss. Sometimes like a nuzzle. Sometimes just an accidental contact from their motion.

His face was damp and tense, and growing tenser with each one of his thrusts. Soon, the strokes of his cock became shorter and faster. And, instead of the heavy panting, he began to grunt softly in rhythm with their motion.