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he admitted, softly. “But not in the way you’re thinking. I don’t want to have sex with you.” He paused, making my heart fall. “I want to make love to you in every way possible. I want to talk to you, kiss you, hold you, and caress you. I want to be inside you and hear you calling my name. I want to go to sleep every night with you in my arms and wake up every morning the same way. I want to lock out the world and worship your body—on this bed, on the floor, on the countertop, on the couch, in the shower—I don’t care where. I want to be inside you everywhere, all the time.”
    Heat flooded my face at his sensual words, painting pictures in my mind I’d previously never truly dared to imagine. “How long have you felt this way?” I asked, hearing the tremor in my own voice.
    “Long enough to have been mentally unfaithful to the last several girls I’ve dated. It was always you in my mind when I was with them.” He gave a frustrated sigh. “And , I have to say, it’s caused me a lot of problems.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, completely shocked by his revelation.
    “Because I couldn’t. You were underage and I knew there were lines I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from crossing with you. I wanted you too much and it would’ve gotten me in a lot of trouble.”
    “But you never acted any different toward me,” I replied, my mind frantically searching for any clues I might have missed.
    “I couldn’t risk you knowing. If you had sensed the change, you would’ve come running to me. I knew you had a crush on me. I hid it well, except for when I looked at you. It was always in my eyes. Even Danica noticed and cautioned me about it. She told me to stay away from you, that you were too young.”
    This revelation was completely blowing my mind. “She doesn’t want us together?” I asked.
    He smiled slightly. “Of course she does. She simply wanted me to wait until you were a little older.”
    It was there in his eyes now—and I realized he spoke the truth. It had always been there. I’d just read it as brotherly affection.
    “Your old girlfriends must hate me.” I sighed and he laughed.
    “Some of them do—at least the ones who caught on to my feelings for you.” He continued the soft stroking of my face. “The real question is, do you hate me now that you know all this?”
    Shaking my head, I closed the small distance between us, pressing my lips firmly against his. “No, Caleb,” I whispered against them. “I love you more than ever.”
    His arms tightened around me and he placed several small kisses over my face. “I don’t deserve you, Anna, but I love you too. So much.” His eyes locked on mine. “So much,” he added again, before his lips descended to mine.

 
     
    Chapter Nine
    Anna-
     
    Shaking, I reached for the doorknob, chiding myself on being so nervous. Swinging the door open, it was Caleb standing on the porch, hands shoved in the pockets of his faded jeans, his black t-shirt, with multiple skulls and crossbones, stretching nicely across his broad shoulders.
    With a flick of his head, he tossed his hair out of his eyes and smiled—his nerves clearly showing through as he glance d past me and into the hallway. “Am I too early?” he asked, eyes reverting back to me.
    “No. You’re right on time.”
    He made no move to enter, continuing to stare at me. Dropping his voice, he whispered, “Have they said anything about me coming to breakfast? Do they think it’s weird?”
    I couldn’t help but grin as a small laugh escaped me. “Not a word. You’d think you’d been coming here to eat with us every Saturday morning.”
    He sighed heavily. “Well, that’s good, I guess. Are you ready to do this?” For some reason , it made me feel strangely comfortable knowing he was as nervous about this as I was.
    I nodded. “Yep.”
    Smiling, he stepped closer, his eyes drifting over me. “You look gorgeous.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek as I