both only recently. I have guilt about people I should know, but don’t.”
“It’s all so stupidly complicated,” I mumbled.
Dr. Santamaria nodded. “That’s the hurdle you two have to face. But you’re doing an excellent job expressing your feelings so far.”
I scowled. I felt guilty, too. Since Caleb and I had been connecting on a sexual level, I’d lately wondered whether I should tell him about my night with his brother in Miami. If Caleb and I were going to survive, we had to be honest with each other. I had to be open with him about everything.
Maybe I needed to ask Dr. Santamaria in private first about how I should approach the topic. I’d email him later.
“Well. You both look happier this week than last.”
My scowl bloomed into a grin. “When can we—”
Caleb interrupted. “—have sex?”
We both laughed.
“Yes. Anytime. If you’re both feeling comfortable with it.”
Caleb’s head dipped back, and he exhaled dramatically. “Oh thank God.”
We all laughed, and Dr. Santamaria said the session was over.
Everyone rose, and before we walked out the door, I turned. “Doctor, am I able to email you if I have questions during the week?”
“Emma, of course. Do you still have my card that I gave you? Here. Let me write it down again.”
As Dr. Santamaria clicked his pen and wrote his address, Caleb’s hand traveled down my back, sending tingles through my body. The doctor handed me his card, and I tucked it into my purse.
“You know, I’ll walk out with you. I’m leaving, too,” the doctor said.
It was dark when we got outside and waved goodbye to the doctor. He climbed into his car and we walked a few paces to Caleb’s Mercedes.
Caleb unlocked the car with the key fob, following me to the passenger side to open the door.
“Such a gentleman,” I murmured, tilting my head to kiss him. He groaned in response and grabbed my ass.
When he slid into the driver’s seat, closed his door, and started the ignition, something about the way his hand looked on the shifter made me speak up. An unbearable desire seized me.
“Wait.” I put my hand on Caleb’s. “Don’t drive off yet.”
Chapter 10
C aleb looked at me , expectant.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
“Gladly.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine, nipping my bottom lip. Angling his body toward me, he slipped his left hand under the hem of my dress. I parted my legs a little.
I pulled his face closer, feeling out of control. I guess he felt the same way, because his hand moved up my legs and cupped my sex roughly.
“Jesus, your panties are already wet,” he whispered.
I nodded, staring into his blue eyes. We continued to gaze at each other as he slipped his hand between the fabric and my skin. I gasped when his fingers found their way into my slit and I looked around nervously. The feelings that welled in my core were intense, forbidden, necessary.
His middle finger slipped easily between my lower lips, raking against my clit. “Emma, we’re the only ones in the parking lot. And we’ve got tinted windows. Don’t worry.”
That was all I needed to hear. I stripped off my panties and practically hurled myself on top of him.
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” I breathed.
“That’s perfectly fine by me.” He grinned, moving the seat back to give us more room. We awkwardly fumbled around, arranging my full skirt around his lap, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He loosened his tie. We were laughing and panting and kissing all at once. I wondered if somehow I’d mash my butt against the horn and our sexytimes would turn into a farce, like a bad sitcom.
“This car looks big until you try to fuck in it,” he muttered. I giggled, straddling him and taking his face in my hands. “I can’t wait any longer to feel you inside of me. And Charlotte might not go to bed for hours.”
“Right,” I added, moving my skirts so they covered us. “Waiting would be agony.”
As I kissed
“It’s all so stupidly complicated,” I mumbled.
Dr. Santamaria nodded. “That’s the hurdle you two have to face. But you’re doing an excellent job expressing your feelings so far.”
I scowled. I felt guilty, too. Since Caleb and I had been connecting on a sexual level, I’d lately wondered whether I should tell him about my night with his brother in Miami. If Caleb and I were going to survive, we had to be honest with each other. I had to be open with him about everything.
Maybe I needed to ask Dr. Santamaria in private first about how I should approach the topic. I’d email him later.
“Well. You both look happier this week than last.”
My scowl bloomed into a grin. “When can we—”
Caleb interrupted. “—have sex?”
We both laughed.
“Yes. Anytime. If you’re both feeling comfortable with it.”
Caleb’s head dipped back, and he exhaled dramatically. “Oh thank God.”
We all laughed, and Dr. Santamaria said the session was over.
Everyone rose, and before we walked out the door, I turned. “Doctor, am I able to email you if I have questions during the week?”
“Emma, of course. Do you still have my card that I gave you? Here. Let me write it down again.”
As Dr. Santamaria clicked his pen and wrote his address, Caleb’s hand traveled down my back, sending tingles through my body. The doctor handed me his card, and I tucked it into my purse.
“You know, I’ll walk out with you. I’m leaving, too,” the doctor said.
It was dark when we got outside and waved goodbye to the doctor. He climbed into his car and we walked a few paces to Caleb’s Mercedes.
Caleb unlocked the car with the key fob, following me to the passenger side to open the door.
“Such a gentleman,” I murmured, tilting my head to kiss him. He groaned in response and grabbed my ass.
When he slid into the driver’s seat, closed his door, and started the ignition, something about the way his hand looked on the shifter made me speak up. An unbearable desire seized me.
“Wait.” I put my hand on Caleb’s. “Don’t drive off yet.”
Chapter 10
C aleb looked at me , expectant.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
“Gladly.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine, nipping my bottom lip. Angling his body toward me, he slipped his left hand under the hem of my dress. I parted my legs a little.
I pulled his face closer, feeling out of control. I guess he felt the same way, because his hand moved up my legs and cupped my sex roughly.
“Jesus, your panties are already wet,” he whispered.
I nodded, staring into his blue eyes. We continued to gaze at each other as he slipped his hand between the fabric and my skin. I gasped when his fingers found their way into my slit and I looked around nervously. The feelings that welled in my core were intense, forbidden, necessary.
His middle finger slipped easily between my lower lips, raking against my clit. “Emma, we’re the only ones in the parking lot. And we’ve got tinted windows. Don’t worry.”
That was all I needed to hear. I stripped off my panties and practically hurled myself on top of him.
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” I breathed.
“That’s perfectly fine by me.” He grinned, moving the seat back to give us more room. We awkwardly fumbled around, arranging my full skirt around his lap, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He loosened his tie. We were laughing and panting and kissing all at once. I wondered if somehow I’d mash my butt against the horn and our sexytimes would turn into a farce, like a bad sitcom.
“This car looks big until you try to fuck in it,” he muttered. I giggled, straddling him and taking his face in my hands. “I can’t wait any longer to feel you inside of me. And Charlotte might not go to bed for hours.”
“Right,” I added, moving my skirts so they covered us. “Waiting would be agony.”
As I kissed
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