Sheer Bliss by Leigh Ellwood

board under her and, with a guttural roar that
implied how strongly he held back his inner panther, pulsed hot
seed into her. Calla arched back, pushing her filled pussy into his
hand to cajole her orgasm, which teetered close to the edge. When
she fell, her channel contracted and tightened around his cock,
milking him to spent softness.
    Her feet slid from under
her and she fell against his chest, heaving along with him as they
embraced and kissed with parched lips. She listened to Caleb’s
heart, a rapid tattoo that rivaled the loudest bass
drum.
    “ I think,” Caleb said
slowly, sliding his hand up the inside of Calla’s blouse, “you
should close the salon early.”
    “ Yes,” said Calla, still
leaning on him. “I think so, too.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Calla taped a handwritten
sign to the glass door, explaining how a “family emergency” forced
the early closure of Shear Bliss. Whether or not anybody bought the
mysterious excuse didn’t bother her, but she saw easily that her
post-work plans disappointed Caleb.
    “ Why won’t you let me come
home with you?” he asked after she locked the door. “I was
half-joking when I suggested this, but when you flipped over the
Closed sign—”
    “ I know, Caleb,” she broke
in, “and believe me, there’s nothing I’d like more than to jump
into some hot and heavy marathon sex.” She looked around the busy
sidewalks quickly to make sure no passersby had overhead her, then
checked her blouse for the umpteenth time to see it rightly
secured. She hadn’t, though, bothered to smooth the tousles from
her hair—nice way to advertise herself as a stylist.
    Caleb drew closer and
slipped an arm around her waist. “I’m not done making love to you,
Calla,” he said, low, in her ear. “We’ve got a lot of catching up
to do, and we’ve wasted enough time denying our
feelings.”
    “ I know.” She glanced at
her watch—seven hours until the ball. She really hoped nobody
thought to come over for a last-minute ’do for the big event. “It’s
just…” she pulled away and beckoned him to follow. “Trisha left you
high and dry, at least let me drive you home.”
    Calla watched him
contemplate the offer. No way in hell would he shift in broad
daylight to charge home. Eventually he agreed with a silent shrug
and walked with her around the building to where all shop employees
on the block parked their cars.
    Inside her two-door
compact sedan, Caleb idly thumbed through the CDs in the center
console. “Haven’t made the jump to satellite radio yet?”
    Calla caught his sideways
grin. “Satellite radio is worth more than this car,” she shot back,
“and I’ll thank you not to distract me. I’m driving you to your home then leaving.”
    “ Calla.” Caleb sank back
into his seat and tapped against the head rest. “Please don’t deny
your feelings. What happened back there in your salon? If it didn’t
feel right to either of us, I’d say yes, let’s just cut our losses
and part with a decent memory. There’s more we have to explore
here.”
    “ I’m only driving you
home, I’m not leaving town.” Calla idled at the edge of the small
lot and checked for approaching cars before pulling out onto the
main road. “I never said this would be a one-time thing, either,
but I don’t want to rush back into something and risk getting hurt
again.”
    “ I promise, I won’t hurt
you anymore.” Caleb sounded exhausted by the
implication.
    Calla briefly reached over
to squeeze his thigh. “Maybe that didn’t sound right. Caleb, the
sex was amazing. I don’t regret it at all, but I don’t want to live
the rest of my life thinking that I’m either serving as a
substitute for Teresa, or that you only thought about me the whole
time you were married to her. I told the truth earlier, I liked
her. As much as I loved you, I didn’t want to be a home
wrecker.”
    He said nothing in
response. After two lengthy stoplights he drew in a heavy breath
and exhaled,