“That doesn’t look like a good face.” Caleb’s voice broke into her consciousness. He was tense beneath her and his hands were still hard on her ass. But his mouth was relaxed and his voice almost natural.

Catching her breath, Kelly felt herself adjusting around the penetration of his cock. The slight discomfort eased to a deliciously snug, clingy feeling. And she smiled down at his sharp scrutiny. “Oh, no. It’s definitely good.”

He released a long breath that sounded like relief. “That’s good. Because it’s sure as hell good for me.” He gave a little thrust up—causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through her.

He seemed a little different than he had before—not quite so in control, not quite so inhumanly powerful. She couldn’t help but notice the difference, and it somehow turned her on even more. She leaned down into another kiss.

Caleb returned her kiss with skill and leisurely attention—stroking her lips, her tongue, and the inside of her mouth with his tongue. With her arms twined around his neck, Kelly couldn’t suppress the silly whimpers and groans in the back of her throat. It felt good and her guard was down. Her vocal responses were inevitable.

Caleb’s hands tightened on the flesh of her ass, and his grip began to urge her into motion. He guided her hips in a steady rhythm, which she sustained by levering up and down with her thighs.

The motion caused his cock to slide deliciously inside her, the stimulation exactly what she needed. An orgasm gathered at her center, the pressure deep and powerful and real.

Caleb was breathing harshly through his nose as he kissed her, and as her motion intensified he began to make soft, guttural grunts that sounded both primitive and sexy as hell. His response encouraged her to accelerate her movement over him—wanting to hear more of those grunts.

Her motion forced her mouth away from Caleb’s, but she kept her face near his. She was panting now too, and the mingled texture of their fast breathing formed a connection, a sharing that made her feel even closer to him. He moved a hand up to curve around the back of her head, his fingers sliding through her loose hair.

For some reason she loved the way his strong hand felt in her hair, against her skull. Then he pressed her face toward him, so forcefully she couldn’t resist, until he was kissing her again. She squirmed above him, feeling his cock—hard and substantial—move inside her. She was still wet. In fact, she was wetter now than ever, the moisture leaking out around his erection so that she could feel it on her inner thighs. “God, you feel good,” she murmured against his lips.

She didn’t just mean his cock. She meant all of him. She loved how his body felt against hers.

Caleb let out a lingering groan as she began to ride him again—this time hard and fast. His hands had been spanning her rib cage but now they moved up slightly until he could rub her nipples with his thumbs through her shirt. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, and that combined with his caress to intensify her building orgasm. “You feel incredible,” Caleb murmured as he devoured her shaking form with warm brown eyes. “Fuck, blossom, there has never been anyone like you.”

The words soothed something broken in her heart and sent her spiraling faster toward climax.

The compulsion was becoming urgent now, so she braced herself more securely with her hands on his shoulders. Then she rode him as fast as she could—her rhythm primitive and needy. She huffed out grunts of effort and pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah,” Caleb rasped, his pelvis bucking up against hers. “Oh, yeah.”

Her whole body was jiggling—her hair, her breasts, her clit, the flesh of her ass and her thighs. And the indirect stimulation mingled with the thrusting of his cock to push her at last into orgasm.

She came on a broken cry, her head tilting back and her mouth falling open. Her body shook and spasmed over him as waves of pleasure radiated out with the clenching of her pussy around his cock.

He came too, just a few seconds after her. He swallowed over a few incoherent words as his body froze with coiled tension before it all released in clumsy jerks and hoarse groans.

She fell against him as the contractions started to fade, her pussy having tightened around his cock so dramatically she could feel every tiny move he made. Resting her head on his shoulder, she gasped against his shirt, comforted as his arms went around her all the way, holding her against him.

Caleb panted into her hair as he stroked her back and bottom. His body felt more relaxed now—his muscles softening in a way that thrilled her. She loved that she was the one who’d caused the transformation of his body.

“That was good,” she said at last.

“Yeah. No question.”

He sounded sated but different somehow, like he’d come to some sort of conclusion.

She pulled back and swung her leg over his lap, sliding off him as he helped her move. Her clinging pussy released him with a sound of wet suction.

Kelly curled up in a ball and hugged her knees to her chest. She felt empty and overly sensitive, but her body was relaxed. She squeezed her thighs, feeling anxious and confused and hopeful all at once.

Caleb startled her when he finally spoke. “You regretting it?”

She gasped and jerked her head toward him. “No. I’m not. Are you?”

He shook his head and zipped up his pants. “I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know?”

He stood up. “If this was a good idea or not.”

“We both knew what it was. We both agreed it wasn’t a sappy reunion. If you’re afraid I’m going to throw myself at your feet and beg you for a wedding ring, then don’t be.” She managed to sound controlled, but she was feeling sad and kind of sick.

It had felt so good—so right—when she’d been making love to Caleb just now. Even better than it had felt before. Like it was real. Like they knew each other all the way down to the core.

She wanted to be with someone like that. She wanted to be with Caleb like that.

But he didn’t seem to want to be with her that way too.

And it hurt. It just hurt.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He sighed and rubbed his jaw with his hands.

She thought of something and decided she might as well say it. “I reread Hamlet last week.”

He looked surprised and arched his eyebrows. “Did you?”

“Yeah. And I realized I’d always been interpreting it wrong.” He didn’t answer, but she saw he was listening, so she continued. “Shakespeare wasn’t writing a Greek tragedy, where fate or the gods determine the course of a man’s life. Hamlet was lying to himself when he said so. Shakespeare seemed to be going out of his way to show that the final outcome could have been different—could have been so much better—if any of the characters at any given moment had made a different choice.”

Caleb’s eyes had narrowed as he thought through what she’d said. “So that’s your answer? Just choose to make all of what happened go away?”

She sighed, feeling suddenly heavy and exhausted. “No. That’s not really what I meant. Just that there’s always more than one choice.”

It evidently didn’t matter what she meant, since Caleb seemed to have already made his choice.

He said at last, “I guess it’s better to end it like this than like before.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, since his decision was now clear and she was going to respect it. But as she stood up and smoothed down her skirt, she couldn’t help but add, “Are you sure it has to end? I’m not saying we should plan a honeymoon, but…isn’t there something in between?”

Caleb stared at her a long time. “Not for us. I don’t think so.”

“But it seemed like…” She shook her head, wondering why she was even pressing it. It was clear that he didn’t want to make an effort toward a relationship, and she should just accept it and leave him alone. “It seemed like you wanted something more. It seemed like trying for something more than casual sex…made you happier.”