Free Against Me (Cedar Tree Book 3) by Freya Barker

a minute."
    Cupping her face between my hands, I tilt her head so I can look her in the eye. "I have wanted and waited to do this for so long, I need to make sure I don't miss a thing."
    Her eyes are big and a little uncertain, and her lips are perfectly parted when I brush my nose along hers, breathing in the soft pants of her breath. A light brush of my mouth over hers, barely skimming, and then I taste the length of her full bottom lip with my tongue before sucking its plumpness into my mouth. Fucking heaven. Her taste is heaven and I need more. Katie's finger, rubbing against my scalp is all the encouragement I need and I finally let go of my hunger for her and take her mouth. Jesus . Delicious, wet heat meets me when my tongue plunges between her lips. Someone groans, and in the now furious tangle of lips and tongues, I can't tell anymore. I want inside her.  In one twist and without my mouth ever leaving hers, I have her below me on the couch, grinding my painfully throbbing cock between her legs. It isn't until she wrenches her lips from mine and murmurs, "Caleb," that I realize I’m fucking humping her like some deranged rutting animal. I shoot back upright and move to sit on the coffee table, my head in my hands.
    "Fuck!"
    Why? Why does she make me lose all control when control has always come so easy?
    "Are you gonna walk out of here again?" The amused tone of Katie's voice tells me she may be a little more attuned to the struggle I'm waging than she was before. "Because, that would seriously mess with my self-esteem. You know; getting rejected based on my abilities for giving head and kissing?"
    I throw my head back and laugh. "Oh sweetheart, you couldn't be further from the truth if you tried."
    She shifts to where she’s sitting in front of me on the couch with a twinkle in her eye, and I have a feeling we may actually have crossed a barrier. I reach out and frame her face.
    "You know I couldn't let you worship me without me worshipping you first, right? I’m having a hell of a time hanging onto my control around you, Katie. More so now than ever before, and it’s so foreign to me. I don't know where you’re coming from, not really. I'm usually very good at reading people, but as you've noticed, I haven't done a very good job reading you lately."
    I'm pretty sure she's hearing me when her face softly rubs against the palm of my hand and the slightest of smiles hints at the corner of her mouth.

    I think I've finally discovered what it means to get your socks knocked off. Hell, that kiss about stripped all my clothes right off my body. I don't think I've ever felt that kind of hunger before and I'm liking it.
    This time when Caleb pulls away from me, I can sense his struggle for control, so I try to break the tension which seems to work, because he throws back his head and let’s go of that phenomenal laugh of his. Not something he does often, but when he does, it's a beautiful thing. His words go a long way to confirming what Emma had carefully suggested; that Caleb might be seeing me as more than an added responsibility. I’m thinking that panty-incinerating kiss made that glaringly obvious, and I'm kicking myself now for not seeing it clearer before. So wrapped up in my self-pity at times that it rubbed off on my view of everything and everyone else. That's gotta stop, and to be honest, finally acknowledging the feelings he gave me as something more than just 'brotherly’ is refreshingly liberating.
    We spend some time talking, with him sitting safely on the coffee table lightly touching me, and me still on the couch. He tells me a bit about the job that took him to Shiprock and gives me some family insight, then I finally tell him about my attempts at searching for my biological parents.
    "Wish you'd have told me. I'd have been happy to help out, you know."
    "I know. I've just never been great at sharing," I confess with what I know is a sheepish grin on my face.
    "Right. Just know you can―no