Safe in His Arms

Chapter Two

Caleb tiptoed around Danika for two days after he found her "toy" in his bathroom. Since he'd gotten up from a similar activity when he heard the bathroom door close, he'd hoped the moment would lead to a steamier moment. Instead, she ran from the room in embarrassment and avoided him.

She couldn't hide forever. They were the only ones in his apartment.

He should let her hide. Her disappearance might make it easier on him, so his almost ever present arousal for her would dampen a little.

He'd had a crush on her when they were teens. But as a woman she was full-blown sexy and every sway of her full hips and shake of her round ass made him want to grab her. If he could touch her, he'd make sure she never needed that damn toy again. Although he dreamt about using it to keep her on edge of orgasm until she begged him for release.

When he opened his eyes, Danika was in the kitchen's doorway. In only an oversize shirt. He rubbed his hand through his hair, trying not to show how seeing her aroused him.

"Sorry."

She turned, and he jumped across the room and grabbed her shoulder. When Dani flinched, Caleb yanked his hand off. "Sorry. Damn it. I didn't mean to... I would never..."

"It's not that. Never mind."

He used his hand to pull her around to face him. "What is it then?"

Her cheeks turned pink as if he pinched them. Would her ass turn the same color if he spanked her a dozen times? Caleb shook his head.

"You've got a million girls at the gym throwing themselves at you. I'm me. Round, plain... you've known me forever."

A million girls. Haha. And Dani thought she was plain. He snorted as a plan formed in his head. Telling her she was sexy wouldn't do it. He had to show her.

"What's wrong with plain? Vanilla is the best-selling ice cream in the world. Because you can add whatever you want to it. Whatever fantasy turns you on. What did you fantasize about when you pleasured yourself in my shower, Danika?" He moved closer, wrapped an arm around her, capturing her. His hand pressed to her lower back, gentle insistence as she moved closer. Until she fitted against him.

"Uh... I didn't."

"Before I heard the shower, I was jerking off in my room."

"I know." Her eyes widened before she squeezed them closed. "Oh god."

"You heard me through the walls? I hoped you were still asleep. But now I want you to know I was thinking about you." His hand slid over the curve of her soft ass. "Wondering what you have on under your cute skirts and form fitting tops."

"But I'm so... big. You work out and eat plain chicken. I live for chocolate."

"Good plan. Strip you and spread chocolate over your skin. Then I will lick it off."

"Caleb, you can't be serious."

He spun her around so her back was against his chest. Kissing her neck, his hands roamed over her chest and belly. "Maybe touching you is too much."

"Please," she whined, squirming. His erection flexed, and she froze. "Oh god."

He stepped back and lifted his hands from her. "When we were teens, you were the smartest kid in the school. The boys, we all wanted you, but you intimidated everyone."

"I was fat and dorky. Not one of them asked me out." She turned to face him again.

"Nope. Every guy wanted you. And you were friends with Nicki, so they asked me and I was terrible. I told them you had a boyfriend somewhere else, so they stayed away. I wanted you to myself."