Free Hell Yeah!: Man of My Heart (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Omega Team Book 5) by Desiree Holt

them would kill the heat in her body. No such luck. If anything, it caused crazy thoughts to race around in her brain. What would it be like if they took it past that kiss? What would Caleb look like naked? How would all that hard muscle feel against her body? How would it feel if his cock pressed deep inside her?
    The thrumming in her sex intensified, and she slid her hand down over her stomach to her mound. She eased one finger between the puffy lips, imagining it was one of Caleb’s hard ones, and stroked herself. She was so very, very wet, so ready. She slipped a second finger in with the first and captured her clit between them. When she squeezed, high voltage shot through her and the walls of her channel pulsed and throbbed. She pinched her clit between her knuckles and lifted her other hand to cup a breast.
    Bending her knees, she spread her legs and pressed her heels into the mattress. As she slid into her slick flesh again and again, grazing the tip of her clit then pinching it, she rubbed her nipple, both of them now hard and pebbled. She wanted Caleb’s mouth on them, sucking the hard tips of her breasts and grazing them with his teeth. She stroked and squeezed then rubbed, eyes closed as she pretended it was Caleb here in bed with her. Caleb doing these things to her. Caleb’s long fingers sliding inside her.
    Caleb fucking her!
    With his image fixed in her mind, she rode her fingers—Caleb’s fingers—until, at last, the release uncoiled from deep inside her, spiraled up and out, and release consumed her. She hitched her hips, pushing down hard on those long, masculine fingers and gripping them as her orgasm consumed her.
    She lay there, her fingers—Caleb’s fingers—still inside her, as the shudders ebbed and slowed. Spent, she relaxed her legs and slipped her fingers from her body. She imagined Caleb smiling at her, desire still stamped on his features as he licked her juices from his fingers.
    What would happen in the morning, in the light of day? Would he try to pretend it never happened? Want to talk about it? Maybe it was just a damn kiss, but it sure was potent. And she wasn’t letting him get away with ignoring it.
    She rolled to her side, squeezing her thighs together, hard, as light aftershocks rippled through her pussy. With his naked body still front and center in her imagination, she fell asleep, lips curved in a smile.
     
    *****
     
    I’m a goddamned fool.
    Caleb would have slammed his door except he didn’t want Jasmine to come running and ask what was wrong. How could he explain his off-the-charts desire for her? A desire that had taken every bit of his self control to sit on for the past two weeks. What caused such a strong pull between them? He hadn’t felt a damn thing for anyone for more than a year. He should have turned around and walked out that first day, but, instead, he’d stayed and punished himself by wanting her with every cell in his body. He wanted to plunge inside her while sucking on one of her nipples. Would the tip be rosy pink or a deeper color?
    Asshole he was, he’d laid in this bed too many nights since he’d taken this gig and imagined her naked, her body next to him, warm and pliant and as hungry for him as he was for her. His senses swam with the scents of vanilla and roses, clinging to his clothes from when he’d held her body pressed against him during that impulsive kiss. He’d wanted to strip every piece of clothing from her and lick every inch of her, tasting all her secret places.
    Jackass.
    Yes, that’s what he was, but saying it didn’t help his feelings for her or erase her from his mind.
    He’d known this was a mistake from the minute he’d let Aron talk him into it. He’d been wretchedly happy, or happily wretched, in his cabin in the middle of nowhere. He could spend every day reliving one of the worst events in his life and wallowing in misery. He still couldn’t remember how the hell he’d gotten roped into this. All he knew was,