je m'en fous

I tapped my fingers against my lips as I stared at the door of Caleb's office. It was closed and no sound came from the inside, but I knew he was there, since he wasn't anywhere else and his car was parked in front of his winery. So that just bought me some time to decide if I really wanted to get inside of not. Of course I wanted to see Caleb, even though he had stopped by earlier at my bakery, but there was something that felt a little off...he was amazing, as always, but after his decision of not sleeping with me on what he said counted like a first date I had some doubts, first of all because we had already slept toghether before, plenty of times, and then because...why? I just didn't get it. I understood when he said we had to take things slow since our past relationships had been awful, only I felt as if he was putting some distance and that led me to wonder if he was freaking out already. It was almost as if he wasn't my boyfriend, more like we were still in the phase of dating when nothing is official. And no sex. Aside this kind of thoughts that left me full with doubts and insecurities, there was another kind that left me really annoyed and secretly waiting for some silly revenge. Which was what I had on my agenda for today...maybe. I thought about the last time I had slept with him, his sweaty hard body against me, his soft lips pressed on my skin as if he couldn't get enough, his strong hands claiming every inch of my skin...the thought was enough to send a shiver through me. I was pmsing too, which made it even worse, meaning I wanted him real bad.

I knocked on the door eventually, not waiting for an answer and getting inside with an innocent smile on my face. This had to go my way. If he didn't want to have sex with me fine, that didn't mean I couldn't tease him and use him to get off, making him regret not to spend the night with me and, at the same time, seeing if he was still so sure his idea was a good one. "Hi." I told him simply and got paid back by his gorgeous smile.
"Hey what are you doing here? Is it lunch time already?" He asked as he kept his eyes on me, taking in my knitted dress that was a little too short for my standards and slid off one of my shoulders, leaving it naked with no sign of bra strap. I was a woman on a mission and I had even changed my outfit which was way too uncomfortable to work in.
"Nope." I shook my head, biting down on my lip, "Are you busy? Do you have a meeting soon or something?" I asked next, not wanting to interfere with his job because that was still more important than my silly needs. Hot sweaty needs, but still.
"I have one in 30 minutes." He sighed, while I grinned. That was the perfect span of time I needed.
"Awesome." I didn't hide my satisfaction and closed the door behind me. Then locked it.
His eyes followed me as I walked over him, "What do you have in mind..." He trailed off, his hands dropping on my hips as soon as I was close enough.
I bent over, cupping his face and kissing him slowly to savour his lips. "I think I have a problem." I faked a frown, staring into his eyes.
He swallowed thickly and I caught his eyes darting into my neckline but I anticipated him as I stood straighter again. I wanted him to want me bad, so bad, and then I'd leave him hanging. He was usually the dominating controlling one during sex but this time I wanted to be the one who made the rules, just for once. I wanted him to make me come with his expert fingers while I straddled him backwards and ground against him until he was aching. Or at least that was what I had on my mind for a few days now, the thought so erotic and turning me on in ways I didn't even know were possible. "Tell me." He said in a low voice.
I stepped between his legs and sat on his thigh, this time smiling because I was just happy to have 30 extra minutes with him, no matter how things would go. "I'm kind of frustrated..." I trailed off, realizing I sucked at talking like that. I was better with actions. "I keep thinking about you and how bad I want to scream your name...help me?" I asked and felt myself blush as I played with the buttons of his shirt, looking at him through my lashes in a way that was much more obvious than my words.
"30 minutes isn't really enough time for that..." Caleb trailed off though his hands were already fisted.
"It's not?" I questioned, an innocent look on my face that I wasn't sure it fit me. "It's been a while I can't remember." I shrugged nonchalantly, using my words carefully.
He narrowed his eyes on me. Oh yeah, it was working. "You don't remember?" He almost growled, watching as my angel face transformed into a wicked one.
"Maybe you can remind me." I asked, tilting my head to the side. He groaned and fisted his hands in my hair, kissing my mouth hard. I moaned and sucked on his lip, nipping it as I slid all the way into his lap. "Caleb..." I moaned, grinding my body against his and for a moment I forgot my plan entirely.
"Take off your dress." He growled, grabbing at the hem but I shook my head.
"Mmhm. No time." I lifted my knee and turned so I was straddling him backwards, pressing my ass hard against his dick.
"You should visit me when you're frustrated more often." He smirked and slid his hands up my thighs, groaning when he realized I wasn't wearing panties.
"You shouldn't leave me frustrated." I moaned, a hint of annoyance in my tone even as I grabbed his hand and pressed it further towards my center.
"Tara..." He trailed off but I slid my dress off my shoulders, and smiled at him through the mirror hung on the other side of his office. The view of my dress pushed up at my thighs and down against my waist while I rocked against him, was enough for me to want to just let him do whatever he wanted to me.
"Touch me right now...I need it." I groaned, my hips still grinding into him and taking control.
"I've never seen anything sexier than you." He whispered, before sliding two fingers deep inside of me, groaning as I gasped and bowed against his hand.
"Yes....more...Caleb..." I pleased and I was on fire, soaking wet and pulsing against his fingers.
"I want to be inside of you." He groaned, nipping at my neck and biting down just enough to make me call out.
"I'm so close...so close..." I muttered, too lost into the pleasure he was giving me already.
"I thought you wanted to scream my name..." He reminded, tugging on my earlobe with his teeth.
"So make me scream then." I replied, making him growl and add a third finger, wrapping his other hand around to cup my breast, teasing my nipple as he fucked me with his fingers, giving me everything he had.
"Tara...." He groaned, sounding a little desperate at this point.
His groan almost made me come, but then I heard a noise coming from outside his office and I realized I couldn't scream. "Oh my god Caleb I can't." I breathed out, biting down hard on my lip to the point it hurt, my hips moving to take as much as I could while my ass kept grinding against his very hard erection.
"Yes you can babe." He said darkly against my ear, pinching my nip and fucking me faster with his skilled fingers. I was seeing starts. No one was better than him and while my plan was going perfectly there was something I hadn't considered. I just wanted so much more of him, I wanted him inside of me, coming inside of me and filling me. That thought and the pet name made my stomach clench in an exquisite way, just like my pussy started spasming around his fingers.
"I can't scream, people will hear me." I managed to breath out but it was so hard because I couldn't hold back a moment longer. I took his hand away from my chest and brought it to my mouth, my eyes meeting his in the mirror as he rubbed the spot inside of me that made me come. So hard. My screams were silenced by his hand before I bit down hard on his palm, that fueling him even more as he kept pumping me until I was a sweaty mess and I went limb into his hold.
He let out an appreciative groan, kissing my shoulder softly. "I never saw you this wild Tara..." His voice was low and raspy, full of desire and promises of what would come after. And god how much I wanted more. But.
I turned my head and kissed him gently before pulling away. "You make me wild." I muttered against his lips.
"Hey where are you going?" He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back closer to him.
"I have to work." I told him softly and smiled nonchalantly as I fixed my dress.
He shot me a quizzical look. "Already?" He asked slowly and I just nodded, feeling suddenly very underdressed. I always wore underwear, always. "I want to finish what we started..." He added darkly and that was my cue to run.
"We will." I kept vague, kissing him hard one last time before forcing myself away from him and out of his office.

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I sipped my wine slowly, watching Dennis as he ranted about this guy who was gorgeous but an asshole. Dennis was gorgeous instead, only he had an awful taste in men. My mind went back to Caleb, always, because I wanted him with an intensity that was almost scary. And not just physically, I wanted everything. "You look miserable and glowing at the same time." He said abruptly, changing the topic.
"What?" I blinked at him.
"You've had this glowing expression on your face since when you came back from the winery, and I noticed you weren't wearing a bra so I know what happened." He paused and I blushed furiously, "But now? It's as if you're upset. Didn't you get enough?" He asked with a grin on his face.
"Dennis!" I replied, wanting to hide because I was far from the confident sexy man eater kind of girl. I had my moments, but I was mostly shy. "It's not that!"
He raised one eyebrow slowly, reading me and I let him. "What's bugging you baby?" He said softly. "My company?" He added in a teasing tone.
"Are you kidding I even dolled up for you." I joked with him, motioning at my sequins dress, which had long sleeves and left only my legs on display. I didn't want to look tacky.
"You're my favorite girl and you know it." He winked at me, sipping his own wine or what was left from out meal together. He always brought me to the best and cool places and I was forever grateful to have him as my friend.
I let out a sigh. "I just miss Caleb. A little." I admitted eventually, feeling stupid because I had seen him a bunch of hours before but it wasn't that I missed seeing him...I missed being unleashed, both of us. Instead we were going slow. Because of reasons. My phone vibrated and I grabbed it, reading the text I just got from Caleb, who said he missed me. He was a mind reader and I was impressed. Touched too. It was almost as if I could feel him with me, in this room, just by the way his text made me feel.
"God, you're so lame." My friend commented with a sigh, teasing me.
I laughed, "You're just jealous." I teased him back while I texted Caleb at the same time, pointing out that he had just seen me. As if I didn't miss him. Sure. His answer was fast and I blushed as I read it: "True. If you want to spend every 30 minute break half naked in my lap I won't complain."
"I am a little because you got a super hot man who's making you blush like crazy right now. I don't even want to know what kind of texts he's sending you." Dennis grinned mischeviously at me.
"Even if I leave before you get a turn?" She replied to Caleb's text, ignoring my friend a moment.
"Worth it." Caleb wrote back. "But still....I miss you."
"Earth to Tara?" Dennis broke the silence.
I smiled at him, "I'm sorry. I can't help it...I told you there's something off with him and I miss him no matter what." I explained with a shrug, not sure if my friend was following my train of thoughts. "I just wish I was seeing him too is all."
"Hmmm...I think you're in luck then." Dennis grinned like the silly boy he was, but I was completely lost.
"What do you mean?" I blinked at him.
"I mean your new boy toy is a sneaky one." Dennis laughed and stood up. "You owe me a date with you or someone who looks like you for telling you where we went tonight." He said to someone behind me and when I turned I couldn't believe my own eyes. It was Caleb. In all his glory hotness.
He laughed. "My brother is single." He smirked and Dennis grinned.
"I accept." He winked and head over to the bar. "But right now I have a date with the man who makes the best margaritas in the city."
"What?! What is going on?" I asked, trying to do the math and failing. I just didn't understand.
Caleb smirked down at me and shrugged. "I said I missed you." He pointed out.
I looked at Caleb and I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe he was there, for me, staring at me with that breathtaking smile...my heart skipped a beat and butterflies started dancing in my stomach. "Oh Caleb." I got up fast, almost launching myself to him as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. My lips found his immediately and I kept my eyes open, smiling into his as he kissed me back, his hands keeping me anchored to him firmly.
He pulled his head back slightly and he cracked a grin. "Did you miss me?"
"You have no idea." I told him in one breath, meaning it as we both sat down, our hands tangled together.
He used his free hand to push the hair out of my face, his knuckles caressing my cheek tenderly. "I was afraid you'd get mad I crashed your little party with Dennis."
I thought about it for a second. I wasn't, so I shook my head. "I'm really happy to see you. You surprised me and I love surprises."
"Do you?" He asked, his eyes not leaving mine as I nodded. "I'll surprise you more."
"You're perfect." I said back then leaned in for another kiss. "No one ever made me feel like you're doing right now." I added softly.
"How?" He questioned as his hand cupped my cheek in a way that made me melt. God I was crazy for him, wasn't I?!
I broke eye contact for a moment, almost afraid to express my feelings out loud. "Like I matter." I said eventually, keeping it simple but there was so much truth to my words. In other relationships I often had felt like I was alone in them, while with Caleb I felt like we were both at the same level...even if since out first date things had been a little weird. And then it downed on me. He had come here just because we hadn't finished in his office? Had my plan worked? But was if it was just for sex? "How did you even know where I was?" I asked a second later, genuinely curious about the details but even more about what had led him to take the decision.
"You knew I wanted to go out with you tonight...but when I texted you to tell you, you kept giving me vague answers, saying you were busy but nothing more than that." He shrugged and I knew he wasn't telling me the whole truth. I sensed it.
"And?" I pushed him gently.
"I asked Dennis because he always knows everything and I got lucky." He shrugged then smirked. "I was smart, wasn't I?"
"Super." I agreed, rewarding him with another kiss even though my mind was still thinking about the future. Were we going to sleep together tonight? Would it be better if we didn't? What did he want? And what did I want? I was honestly a little confused. So much for taking things slow and then he showed up while I was out with a friend. That didn't seem slow to me, then again, I didn't know what that meant really.
"What are you thinking?" Caleb asked, leaning his head against mine.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked back.
"That your brain is going into overdrive?" He chuckled. "Yes."
"I'm just....did you follow me because of how I left things today?" I asked, looking deep into his eyes.
"Well yeah." He nodded.
"Oh." I said softly, turning away from him. So there it was, the truth.
He reached out and tilted my head back to his. "Something was off today..." He replied. "Besides the fact that you basically left me high and dry." He smirked.
"Sorry about that." I forced a smirk and made him laugh.
"I'm not." He replied. "That was one of the hottest 30 minutes of my life." He admitted. "But I kind of have the feeling there was more to the story than you just being hard up."
"You didn't just follow me because you wanted to get laid then?"
"No." He grinned. "I mean I do." He paused. "But mostly I just wanted to see you. I'm bringing you back to my bed tonight whether or not we have sex." He said seriously.
"Yeah?" I smiled finally. That was an answer I liked.
He pushed my hair out of my face. "I don't want to sleep without you again."
"But..." I trailed off, not sure if it was okay to say what I was thinking.
"Talk to me Tara, don't hold back." He said softly as his thumb traced circles against my hand.
I looked down at our hands then back to his face. He was right, I couldn't. "I'm confused, because you said you wanted to take things slow and the other night you just left me alone. I didn't like that. I mean okay, I understand why you want to go slow and I'm kind of okay with that too, I only wished I knew it before inviting you over for dinner."
A creased appeared between his brows and I could see his efforts to understand me. "Why?" He asked simply.
"Because when you said you wouldn't stay I felt rejected." I paused and blushed, feeling silly for saying that out loud. "I know it wasn't the case really, but it was odd. I imagined you'd stay, that we'd spend the night together and wake up together too, like we did before."
"Things were different before, I had no idea it was possible for us to get together, to become a couple, so I wanted to get as much as I could take in the little time I had." He explained himself and I really appreciated how we were talking, so honestly, it was something I really liked. I thought it was important.
I nodded, seeing things from his point of view. "I get that. It's hard to take steps back from that though, that's why I'm a little confused." I added.
"Do you think we're taking steps back?" He echoed my words, blinking and looking surprised. Apparently I wasn't as transparent to him as I thought I was.
"Well kind of." I admitted and saw the worry into his eyes, so I decided to phrase that better. "More like we're starting from the beginning." I paused again and let out an embarassed laugh. "I'm so bad at talking sometimes."
He smiled at me, "We have all the time in the world to figure it out."
I smiled back at him, for how understanding he was. "I don't want to sleep without you again either but...do you think it's a good idea? I don't want to ruin our relationship so if you think it's better for us to take one step at time I'll be okay with that."
His expression changed drastically, he wasn't grinning anymore, he looked upset. "I'm sorry." Caleb said softly, looking down at his hands.
"Caleb." I said softly.
"I have literally no idea what I'm doing here. Please know I never am intentionally rejecting you....you mean so much to me. I'm just trying to do the relationship thing the normal way and I don't think I'm doing it right at all." He opened up to me like I had done to him just a moment before.
"There's not really a right or a wrong way..." I trailed off.
"If that was true we'd both be married." He commented.
"Have you ever thought that maybe it had nothing to do with what you did and everything to do with the person you were doing it with?" I questioned, because that was what I thought. He was definitely husband material, the problem with his ex wife was that she was stripper material instead.
"You're saying my relationship failed because I was with the wrong person." He commented.
"Exactly." I nodded.
"I hope that's true. I hope you're the right person." He replied, looking into my eyes and letting me feel the vulnerability I felt just then. That was big for us. He was basically admitting that he wanted us to be together for the long run.
I smiled at his words, at the expression on his face, touched by how he was showing me a Caleb I had never seen and didn't think existed, the vulnerable one. To me he was like an invincible super hero. "I hope I am too." I said softly and leaned into him to kiss him, making him feel...me. That I was there with him in every possible way.
He kissed me back, reaching for my hands again as he leaned his forehead against mine. "What are we going to do?" He asked and it was a loaded question.
"I don't know. I'm tempted to say we should follow our instincts but I'm not sure it'd work...truth is, I'm scared of making mistakes because I really don't want to lose you." I said honestly. I thought that what made him really different from the other guys I had been with was that he was my friend too.
He took in my words and picked his carefully, "Is it so? Are you scared?" He asked.
"Sometimes." I shrugged, not afraid to admit my weaknesses to him. "Maybe I'm putting too much thought in everything we do. I tend to do it when I'm crazy for someone."
He blinked, "Are you crazy for me?" He repeated my words, looking genuinely taken aback.
I nodded and smiled at him, "I think I am. You're different from all the others...I have this feeling I can't get rid off..." I trailed off.
"Is that good or bad?" He asked, tilting his head and studying me. "What is it?"
"Good I guess." I paused, hoping not to scare him too much. "When I'm with you, and even when I'm not, what I feel is...intensity. An invisible pull, something that keeps me tied to you." I admitted, then let out a small laugh to make the moment lighter. "I don't know if I'm making sense."
"I feel it too." Caleb said seriously instead of laughing and I blinked in surprise. I wasn't expecting that. He pushed my hair out of my eyes. "I felt it before you even knew it. Why do you think I kissed you that first night?"
"Because I was grinding up against you?" I laughed awkwardly.
"Maybe." He chuckled. "And I definitley thought it was just an intense sexual attraction, but that's not all it is."
"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling so small.
"I'm sure." He nodded, grabbing my hand. "We were friends before we slept together. There's always been more there."
"Okay this is a little heavy for second date talk." I sighed and smirked at him.
"Ahh well I don't think this counts as a date since I basically crashed it." He laughed.
"That's true I guess." I agreed, smiling.
"You look beautiful." He said, stroking my hand.
"You always say that." I rolled my eyes because I Was so bad at taking compliments.
"It's always true." He grinned.
"You're going to need a better compliment for when I look better than beautiful." I teased him.
"I'm sure I can think of plenty...."
"We'll see." I smirked then shrugged, "But just so you know? I don't care much for compliments."
"No?" He asked as he shot me an amused look.
"Nope. I care about actions." I said seriously even though I had the feeling he wasn't taking me seriously right now.
His wide smirk proved me right. "Uhm. So is that why you wore this dress tonight? So that you won't get compliments?"
I rolled my eyes but I was in a good mood again. "I was with Dennis I had no one to impress. And I didn't know I'd see you, so..."
"Tara, every guy looks at you and drools. Always." He pointed out, his face straight.
"Are you jealous?" It was my turn to smirk.
"A little." He pursed his lips together and his answer surprised me. "Hell yes, I am." He added.
I smiled wide at him, liking a little jealousy as long as it was harmless. "You have nothing to be jealous of, I'm yours, remember?" I cupped his strong jaw and kissed him.
"Mhm kind of, remind me please." He muttered against my lips.
I smirked and used my free hand to tangle my fingers with his hair, deepening the kiss and pouring myself into it. "Let's go." I breathed out as soon as I broke the kiss.
He nodded before we both got up, our hands lacing together as we headed out. I felt eyes on us and I also felt pride. Because yes, I was proud to stand next to this handsome and amazing man. "Where are we going?" He asked as we stopped on the sidewalk.
I wrapped myself around him, shivering a little for more reasons than one. "Wherever you want." I said softly and I meant it. I had no idea of where we stood, if he still wanted to take things slow and I didn't know what I wanted either. So I let the decision to him.
“My place.” Caleb said seriously, pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head.
“Oh you think I’m that easy huh?”
He shrugged. “I can carry you there if you want to fight me.”
I laughed. “It’s a tempting offer, these shoes are killing me.”
He looked down at my tall black heels and smirked. “I think they might be worth the pain.”
I rolled my eyes. “That was another compliment.”
He laughed. “I would make an action to show how I feel about them but you said you weren’t easy so.” He shrugged and I hit him.
“You’re awful.”
He got to his car and grinned down at me. “Sometimes.” He admitted with a shrug.
“We’re taking your too fancy car aren’t we?”
He nodded. “It’s the only car I have.”
I sighed. “Then I guess it’ll have to do.”
He shook his head as he opened the door for me and then got in the drivers side. “You’re a hard woman to impress.”
“Stalking me is kind of impressive.” I replied, my eyes still teasing.
He shook his head. “I’ll remember that.”
"Does that mean you'll keep stalking me?!" I bit back a grin, keeping my eyes on him as he drove and loving how in control he looked. Truth was I loved staring at him no matter what he did because he was just so effortlessly handsome and sexy.
The corner of his lips lifted up, "Would that be that bad?" He teased me, glancing at my thighs as I crossed my legs not so casually.
I shrugged, playing with a wisp of my hair absentmindedly. Had I liked him seeing him popping out of nowhere when I wasn't expecting him? Yes. But I still wanted my independence, keeping my friendships intact, I didn't want to get too clingy. "It might get old and annoying and lose its appeal." I said half joking.
He laughed, his hand dropping where his eyes had been. "Okay I'll keep that in mind too."
I grabbed his hand and set it back on the steering wheel. "Don't get handsy, this is not even our second date." I grinned, still not sure about how to handle our relationship or the intense sexual attraction.
"No? Doesn't it count as second date?" He asked, looking vaguely amused.
"Nope." I shook my head and popped the p, being silly and happy.
He parked his car in the back of his huge house I knew well. "So why did you let me take you home?"
"You gave me no other option." I faked a pout but I was struggling to keep it in place.
He shook his head, smirking, killing the engine of the car before getting out and walking to my side, opening the door for me like the gentleman he was. "You don't seem too sad about it." He commented shortly, lacing his fingers with mine as our hands locked together.
"Looks can be deceiving." I winked at him, following him into his home and squirming when he caged me into his arms as soon as the door closed behind us. "I'm not going to sleep with you Caleb..." I trailed off, my voice sounding as unsure as I felt.
"But I want to wake up next to my gorgeous girlfriend tomorrow." He muttered lowly against the skin of my neck, making me shiver.
"Not what I meant." I breathed out, wanting that too.
"What do you mean?" Caleb asked, his voice gone lower already.
I licked my lips and shrugged. "I dont have an overnight bag or anything..."
"You live 5 minutes away." He protested, looking like he was about to argue with me because I was trying to take myself away from him.
"I just-"
"I have an extra toothbrush." He offered. "And you can wear something of mine for pj's if you're going to insist on wearing anything." He said seriously as I smiled sweetly and he squeezed my hand before pulling me closer to him. "Please...." He whispered, capturing my lips with him.
"Caleb..." I whispered against his mouth but he kissed my harder, not giving me the chance to say anything else.
"Should I say please again?" He asked, pulling back and smirking. "If you don't want to stay we can just have ice cream and watch a movie and I'll take you home, but it might break my heart."
"Okay now you're just being fake." I laughed. "That's like in some kind of article on how to get girls into bed it's too perfect."
He grinned. "I have no idea what you're talking about but is it working?"
I shook my head. Of course it was, but I couldn't admit that to him. "I'm not sure yet. Go get the ice cream." He leaned in to kiss me again and then picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me into the kitchen. "You're just showing off."
"You said you wanted ice cream." He pointed out, setting me on the counter in his kitchen and reaching above my head to grab two bowls.
"Yes. But I could have walked myself." I argued.
He smirked. "Where's the fun in that?" He asked. "I hope you like peanut butter and chocolate."
"You already know I do." I grinned at him, watching him as I got rid of my heels and let them fall noisily on the floor.
He raised one eyebrow at me. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking vaguely amused.
"You can't know this, but high heels aren't usually that comfortable." I kept grinning like an idiot, "And it looks like I won't need to walk anytime soon since my boyfriend is so strong he can carry me everywhere."
He laughed, shaking his head as he handed me a bowl, "I am strong. But I'm kind of tired, the only strength I have left in me is the one to carry you to my bed." He said not so casually, so set on getting what he wanted. Which was me.
I shrugged and stuffed my mouth with a spoonful of ice cream, keeping my eyes on him but not saying a word. I was so torn, and him being so handsome and cute wasn't making things easier.
He took a spoonful too, studying my face. "Does your shrug mean you're going to sleep here?" He asked and I shrugged again, eating and keeping quiet, trying not to smirk too much. "Not talking anymore gorgeous?" He asked next.
I shook my head, licking the corner of my lips as I stared at him. I felt my cheeks getting warm and my heart beating faster. Dear god I was in trouble.
He took a step and set himself between my legs. "I'm warning you, if you don't talk anymore I'll just do what I want." He smirked himself as he brought more ice cream to his mouth.
I scooped what was left of my own ice cream, ate it, then set the empty bowl on the counter, just next to me. "I'm sorry I was too busy eating." I said seriously then a giggle escaped my mouth itself.
He sighed, "Just when I was about to get you into my bed." He grabbed his bowl and mine, setting them into the sink and making me want to clap my hands because I liked a man who was tidy and clean when it came to his house.
I wrapped both my arms and legs around him, "Let's get changed and into your bed. I'm staying if you promise you'll be good." I teased him but just a little, kissing his lips softly and dying to actually feel his body against me, to be cuddled under the duvet together.
"What are you changing into?" Caleb grinned.
"I thought you said I could wear something of yours." I raised one eyebrow at him slowly.
He made a face of mock upset. "Damn it, everything is in the laundry."
I rolled my eyes. "Take me to bed liar."
He grinned and wrapped my legs around him again. "I have to tell you something." He said as he walked into his bedroom.
"I'm here." I gave him a silly grin as he set me on his dresser and pulled out a teeshirt for me to change into.
"I think I'm falling for you." He admitted, looking into my eyes and pushing back my hair. "I think I have been for years."
I blinked back up at him, not saying anything because I was...shocked. I wasn't expecting that from him, not so soon. I was speechless. "Caleb..."
"You don't have to say anything..." He trailed off. "I just wanted to put words to what I'm feeling and those were the only ones I could think of that made sense."
I opened my mouth but he stopped me, pressing his finger against my mouth.
"I got married for all the wrong reasons....Tara I feel like I've done everything wrong. Even with you. But now that I have you in my life as more than just the woman that I wished knew how I felt I don't want to fuck it up. I feel like that's all I've been doing. I have no idea how to be in a relationship. I never did. But you have to know it's not because I don't want you. Don't care about you. It's because I'm an idiot."
I smiled and shook my head. Dear god this man knew how to go straight to my heart. "You're not an idiot." I whispered.
"What man in his 30's doesn't know how to date a woman?" He asked, laughing a little.
"Who really knows how to date these days?" I smirked. "As long as you don't have a secret tinder account you're beating more than half the men in the world."
He blinked back at me. "I actually do have a Tinder account." He replied watching me widen my eyes. WHAT. "My brother uses my picture on his to get girls." He smirked.
I started laughing. Thank god it wasn't really him. "Your brother is handsome enough on his own."
"First of all? Don't tell him that." He smirked and kissed my forehead. "Secondly? I'm much more handsome...so..."
"Yes you are." I replied softly, because that was undeniable. I was biased, that was true, but to my defense I had always thought that he was exceptionally handsome. "But don't get cockier than you already are."
He shot me a grin, cradling my face as if I was a precious thing and I loved that feeling. "I think you called me modest before." He said back as he furrowed his brows.
I laughed at his words. "That was before I knew you more...intimately." I told him as I slid my hands down his chest, his words echoing in my mind. He was falling for me. Was I falling for him? Probably yes, but if I said that now it'd look like I did just because he said it first. He wasn't the only one who didn't want to fuck up. "You make me really happy Caleb."
The look into his eyes softened and he looked nothing like the controlled man who owned a successful business. "But what do I do?"
I shrugged and kissed his lips softly. "It's just how you are. Don't you see how I am whenever you're around?" I asked even though it was rhetorical. You had to be blind not to see it, I lit like a Christmas tree when I saw him. I couldn't help it.
"Beautiful. But you're always beautiful and I can't take credit of that." He said seriously.
"God, who knew you were so silly." I grinned at him and leaned back. "Help me to get out of this dress." I added.
"But that's torture." He groaned and made a face.
"Zipper first." I told him and ignored him, pushing my hair over one shoulder and bowing my head.
He wrapped his arms around me, his head peeking over my neck as his hand unzipped my dress quickly. "You smell delicious." He commented in a low voice, kissing my nape in the process.
I shiveled as I peeled my dress off, watching him watch me. "You smell amazing." I paused, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him to me to kiss him. "I love when I smell like you." I confessed, muttering against his soft lips and holding onto him like a koala. I never wanted to let go.
"I like when my bed smells like you." Caleb grinned and nuzzled against my neck.
"Shirt please!"
He pouted as he pulled back. "I like this look." He replied, grinning at my nude bra and bright blue panties.
"They don't even match." I scrunched up my nose and he laughed.
"So?"
I shrugged. "Don't you prefer matching black lace or something?"
"I mean I'm not going to turn it down, but just so you know? Men are more interested in the skin showing, not the things covering it."
I laughed. Of course they did. "Good to know."
He pulled a black tee shirt from his drawer and pulled it back over my head, covering my body, my long legs still showing as the shirt only hung to my mid thigh.
"I don't hate this either." He admitted, stepping back to enjoy the view. I crossed my legs and leaned back on my hands, letting him look at me. "You look like you're mine wearing my clothes."
"I am." I replied, my eyes sober. It was that simple.
"Damn right." He agreed, and then walked up, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me long and slow, making love to me with his mouth even if I didn't want him to have my body tonight.
I melted into the kiss as I kissed him back, my hands clutching at his shirt. "And?" I muttered against his mouth with a silly smirk on my own.
He pulled back and blinked at me. "And?"
"You..." I trailed off, giving him a hint as I bit down on my lip.
"Oh." He grinned back at me. "I'm yours. But I'm not going to wear any of your clothes."
I laughed and pressed another quick kiss on his lips before walking to his bed and laying down. "Thank god." I commented as I kept my eyes on him, watching him stripping down his work clothes. Watching him was always something.
"You're looking at me like you want to eat me." He said, the tone of his voice amused.
"Nope. I'm being real good. But I can still look." I shook my head and followed him with my eyes as he slid into the bed next to me, wearing just a pair of boxers. Good lord, help me.
"Just look?" He asked me as he pulled me against him, his body hard all over.
"I can touch too. Innocently." I said slowly and seriously before we both laughed, my hands actually sliding down his strong chest.
He pushed my hair out of my face, smiling this time. "Do you want me to cuddle you to sleep?" He asked in a soft voice.
I almost squirmed in happiness, already nuzzling against him, "Yes please."