He stared at her there, right between her thighs.

Carlotta groped for something to hold on to and found his arms on either side of her, holding himself up to hover over her. He swallowed, then bent to her, placing a kiss on her abdomen. It had to feel soft under his lips, but the lack of firmness didn’t seem to deter him a bit. Instead, he moaned and kissed his way up, pausing to lave and suck at her nipples. The jolt of pleasure lit up her veins, sizzling over her skin. Back and forth he worshipped her nipples, one after the other, until they ached, took on a life of their own, and she arched to Caleb, whimpering.

“So beautiful, Lottie. So damn beautiful. That’s it, baby.” He cupped her breast as he sucked deeply.

Restlessly, she wriggled, squeezing her thighs together to combat the wet ache, but nothing worked. In her head, she knew that Caleb could see every flaw of her body in the golden sunlight pouring in from the windows across the room. But her body hardly cared. It soaked in his attention. It blossomed. It craved more.

She hooked her arms around his neck and dragged him up to her. His mouth fastened over hers, and it was not simple or gentle or measured. His tongue prowled inside, taking absolute possession. He kissed her as if he had every right to every part of her body and he intended to prove it. Dizziness left her in a shimmering haze of passion. It ignited, firing her desire to feel him deep. Thoughts fled. Insecurities silenced. Never had she wanted like this, never known such arousal existed.

Caleb came up with a gasp and wrenched away, balancing on his knees. “I left the damn condoms in the truck. But I’m clean and I’ve had a vasectomy.”

She had never had to think about such things. She and Eduardo had let God determine how many children they conceived before his death. Gordon had never wanted children and had always worn a condom every single time.

“I… Yes. I understand.”

“How long has it been for you, Lottie? I’m at the edge of my control, but I will not hurt you. I swear it.”

“Almost four years,” she whispered. “When I discovered that Gordon had been unfaithful, I told him that unless he would be faithful, I would not welcome him intimately.”

Shock crossed Caleb’s face, followed by determination. “I will do everything I can to make sure you never regret being with me.”

Trust did not come easily for her, but Carlotta had no doubt he meant every word.

“Why are you still talking?” she whispered coyly.

“I’m not. And the only words I want to hear from you are about what feels good. And feel free to scream.” He grinned.

Her belly tightened. Her folds not only hummed to life, but screamed with need.

Then he ripped her panties from her hips with big, urgent hands. She was still gasping when he pried her thighs open and cupped her mound with his huge, bare hand. His skin was hot, and his touch was a shock. Her back bowed and electricity raced down her thighs, then up again to settle under her slick, needy folds. Gently, he ground the heel of his palm against the most sensitive nerves. Sensations soared up, then up again, and up some more.

“So wet, Lottie.” He parted her folds with his fingers, then toyed with that button of nerves, a gentle circle that had her mewling. “That feel good, baby? You want more?”

Blindly, she clutched at him and nodded, lifting her hips in supplication. Oh, he was going to give her an orgasm, and with so little effort. The promise of the pleasure just out of reach was a stunning, welcome surprise.

“Caleb!”

“That’s it… Let it build. Let it feel so good. You’re getting close, aren’t you? Yeah. So damn hot, baby. Now look at me, Lottie. Right at me. I want to see your face when you—”

Her eyes flew open as the ecstasy rushed in, converging right between her legs, then exploded in a torrent of astonishing bliss that flooded her entire body. Her womb pulsed. Her body blazed. The power of it was enough to light up Mexico City. Long and breath stealing and amazing, the orgasm dazzled. His hot blue stare locked onto her eyes, taking her captive and refusing to let her go. Vaguely, she realized that she was screaming and her voice echoed through the empty house.

Then she was freefalling in the aftermath, but she need not have worried. Caleb was there to catch her, with his arms around her, pressing his lips to hers.

“God, that was beautiful, baby.” His harsh, trembling whisper made her smile.

“It felt…like nothing I have ever known.” She batted her lashes shyly, feeling rosy and damp and beautiful. “More?”

His blue stare pinned her in place. “No man has ever made you come with his hand?”

She blushed furiously and couldn’t quite meet his stare. Hopefully, he would understand. “With his hand, his mouth, his…anything. Ever.”

Chapter 5

“If I have my way, it won’t be the last time,” Caleb drawled.

Not by a long shot. Amazing that no man had ever managed to make her come. Well, on the other hand, maybe it wasn’t. Not Gordon anyway. He was an asswipe of the first order, clearly. Anyone else she’d slept with didn’t matter. If Caleb had his way, he would be her last lover—and her best. Because for him, she had been like a spark plug, firing quickly and powerfully. He wanted to see that again.

Caleb inched down her body, spreading kisses as he descended. Fuck, she smelled so good. Her arousal perfumed the air, and the olfactory high was making him dizzy. God knew it had made his cock steel hard long ago.

Then he reached between her legs, pried her open with his thumbs, and let his tongue drown in her sweetness. Carlotta gasped, clutching at his head.

“What are you…oh!”

“Tasting you, Lottie. I want you to come on my tongue.”

She panted, writhing as he laved her clit, then sucked it into his mouth. “Men do this?”

Obviously not the men she’d been with. Had they all been fucktards in bed? Whatever… Corrupting her would be so much fun.

His blood surged at that thought, and he settled supine between her legs, putting one on each shoulder. Jesus, she was more intoxicating than a fifth of scotch. His body hummed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and soaked in her little cries. She thrashed under his mouth and his hands, totally lost to passion. She was stunning. Her heart might be guarded, but her body was wide open. Caleb hoped like hell that Carlotta letting him touch her flesh meant that he was beginning to earn her trust. Maybe after this, he’d get behind her walls, too—and closer to that heart.

“Caleb…” She arched as she panted his name. Her pussy gushed for him.

Yes, she was getting close again. He reveled in the sound and feel of her surrender. His tongue slid up between her slick folds, settling for a long moment just under her clit. Then he gave her a firm stroke of the little bud, concentrating on the hard tip that peeked out. Her breathing grew choppier. She grabbed for him with frantic fingers. Looking up the soft curves of her body, he lifted his gaze to her face. Their stares locked. Her melted chocolate eyes on him felt like a jerk of his cock. Damn it to hell, he wanted inside this woman. He wanted to slide so deep, stay there, and show her that was where he belonged.

Not once after Amanda had left him had he ever imagined making another woman his own. He hadn’t wanted to. Now… This one wasn’t getting away.

“Come for me, baby.”

Her breathing stopped. Her entire body tightened and stiffened. He drove two fingers in her pussy and quickly found her most sensitive spot, rubbing in slow, firm circles. She gasped with a long, shocked intake of air. That spot against his fingers softened. Then her clit turned to stone under his tongue. And she screamed.

It was the hottest fucking sound he’d ever heard.

Her flavor slid over his tongue. So damn sweet. God, did she have any idea that he was going to chase her around this house for the next three days, trying to get his mouth on her pussy? Probably not, but she’d figure it out fast.

Shudders wracked her, crashing through her system over and over until her entire body relaxed. Now she was soft and sated. Now she would welcome him into her body.

Now he was going to stake his claim.

Caleb sat back on his knees and reached for his zipper. “You look so gorgeous laying there all flushed with your legs spread. Damn, baby…”

“It is immodest.” She tried to sit up.

Gently, he pushed her back down. “Modesty has no place in bed with us. There’s nothing polite about what I plan to do to you. And I want you to understand now that I don’t intend to settle for the parts of you that you want to show me or that you think are nice. Right now, I want to fuck you. Hard. Then later, I’m going to love you so gently. But you’re not going to hide or keep any part of your passion from me.”

“Is this not just sex?”

He gritted his teeth. Is that what she thought? Why would he risk upsetting her or the family dynamic to get laid? “No, it’s not. I’m going to show you what this is.”

Caleb tore open the snap of his jeans. His zipper hissed in the veritable silence. Her stare singed him. As he shoved his pants and boxer-briefs down and took his cock in hand, her eyes widened. She gasped. He grinned.

His phone rang.

Closing his eyes, he stared at the ceiling. The ringtone was Hunter’s.

With a snarled curse, he pulled the device from his pocket and answered it. “What?”

“Wow, grouchy. And here I thought you’d be happy that I brought you some help. Kata got called into work for a few hours, so I dragged Deke and Tyler away from their cozy love nests. We should be there in less than five.”

He opened his mouth to tell Hunter to go to hell for an hour, but Hunter had already hung up. Carlotta had apparently heard every word his son had said and gave a sharp sound of distress before hopping to her feet.

“Carlotta…” God, he was ready to beg her. And after seeing her body, it seemed a shame to cover it up.

Her hands fluttered. Panic held her eyes wide. She took one look at her ripped panties and her jaw dropped. Then she looked ready to kill him.

Fuck, the mood was gone.

Shoving his cock back in his jeans, he zipped up and stood. “This isn’t over, Lottie. For now, go to the bathroom, and I’ll bring you your suitcase. You can change there.”

Palpable relief crossed her face. “Thank you.”

She looked around for something to cover herself with, but he gathered her blouse, her skirt, her shoes, then pointed down the hall behind her with a grin. “Bathroom is that way.”

Carlotta reached out for her clothes. Caleb shrugged and handed them to her. Even if she held them, she’d find it damn hard to cover her ass as she walked away. His smile widened.

“I will dress here.”

“The windows are wide open.”

As if realizing that anyone could look in and see her naked, she jumped away from them with a squeal and clutched her clothes tighter to her chest. Shame to cover up such a fine view, but he’d make certain to see it again.

“But if I walk down the hall naked, you will look at me.”

“Damn straight. Get used to it, woman.”

Carlotta tsked at him. “You are a wicked man.”

“Oh, you have no idea. But I’ll make sure you find out soon.” He winked.

She rolled her dark eyes, but he saw a ghost of a smile playing at her lips as she turned away.

Caleb stared, watching as she made her way to the bathroom. She might have put a little extra sway into that sashay down the hall, but it confirmed what he knew. “Nice ass.”

She darted into the bathroom and hid behind the door, then peeked around it and stuck her tongue out at him before slamming the door closed. He chuckled as he threw his shirt on over his head and fished the keys out of his pocket, happily plotting ways to kill his son.

After retrieving her suitcase from the truck and carrying it down the hall, he knocked, and she opened the door a fraction to grab it. She said nothing, but her dark eyes danced with mischief, promised more sensual delights…and maybe a bit of retribution for making her walk to the bathroom naked under his watchful gaze. Caleb looked forward to that.

She’d no more than shut herself in the bathroom again when someone pounded on the front door then opened it. With a whoop and stomping of feet, the solitude was broken.

“Dad?” Hunter called.

He dragged a hand over his hair, then took in a deep breath, reminding himself that responsible parents didn’t eat their young. “Coming out.”

Making his way down the hall, he found Hunter, his son-in-law, Deke, and family friend Tyler all standing in the great room, taking up most of the space—and staring at Carlotta’s ripped panties on the floor.

Fuck! He winced as he bent to pick them up and shove them in his pocket. “When she comes out of the bathroom, not a fucking word. Not a laugh. Not a glance. Not a raised brow. Nothing. Do you understand me?”

“Tell me that isn’t…” Hunter’s jaw dropped. “You’re fucking my mother-in-law?”

Caleb gritted his teeth. “I would have if you didn’t have such impeccable goddamn timing.”