by Kahlen Aymes
“Don’t. It’s the middle of the night.” I turned toward him and wrapped my arms around him, while his slid around me. “I could get used to this, babe.” I kissed his chest and rested my head down to snuggle into him.
“I wish,” he murmured into my hair and kissed my temple, his fingers lightly caressing my shoulder and arm. “Last night was amazing, my love. You’re a little sex kitten, Brook. I think I’m absolutely stunned.”
He smiled as his index finger ran down my cheek and I smiled at the same time as I shook my head. “No, you aren’t,” I scoffed.
“Yes I am. It was absolutely brilliant. Just the thought if it gets me going all over again.” He pressed into me so I could feel the proof of his words.
“It’s all your fault.” My fingers were drawing circles on his skin low on his stomach and I never wanted to stop touching him.
“Well, then I’m more talented than I gave myself credit for,” he said, his fingers lightly running up and down my back gave me chills, goose bumps rising all over my arms.
“You are very talented, for which I am eternally grateful.” I kissed his mouth lightly and his stomach growled. “Should I get you something to eat? Are you hungry?”
He laughed out loud. “Is that a trick question?” I looked up into his grinning face with a smile of my own. The darkness of the room, and the remnants of the candlelight cast soft shadows on the classic planes of his face.
“No, because I’m starving, too.” I touched his face and then moved to get out of bed. He grabbed me around the waist.
“Not so fast,” he murmured as he pulled me back toward him and wrapped his arms around me. “It feels too good to be with you like this. I don’t want it to end yet.” His hand came to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair. He tugged gently, bringing my head back as his mouth took mine in a hot, soulful kiss, his tongue entering my mouth. I moaned as I opened my mouth to him, giving him complete access and my tongue came into his mouth as well.
He was so delicious, so sweet.
I wanted more kisses, more touches, more Cade. I responded with everything I had, my mouth begging his to deepen the kiss as I sucked on his tongue. He groaned, giving in to what I wanted as his mouth hardened on mine and I felt his hand move to my hair to pull me closer.
“Brook,” he said softly as he nuzzled into my neck and kissed it softly with a series of wet, hot kisses. He sucked gently on the skin with his open mouth, sending electric shivers through my entire body.
I felt my body begin to open as my hips involuntarily rose to press into him, the heat beginning to pool between my legs. He groaned at my movement. “I want you.” He pressed into me and I felt his already hard erection on my stomach as he moved over me. “Is that okay?” he said as his mouth hovered inches above mine.
“Yes, please.” I smiled softly at him. I ran my fingers through his hair at the back of his neck as I urged his mouth back to mine. “I really love you, you know?” I whispered just before his mouth engulfed mine again.
His fingers were grazing the skin of my arms and back, one hand finally coming up to slide to the back of my head and twine in my hair. We kissed madly, passionately, our bodies grinding against each other through the thin silk of my gown and his pajama bottoms.
Cade groaned into my mouth as desire surged between us. His hand on my leg gathered up the fabric on the skirt of the negligee until it was exploring my bare thigh, and moving up to lightly graze my core, as I parted my legs for him. His hand fluttered softly across the tender flesh and my body arched of its own volition up to increase the pressure. “I’m already so hard, Brook.”
“You know just how to touch me.” I raised my head toward his, seeking his mouth with my own. When he pulled back, I whispered against his mouth. “You make me want you so much.”
He pulled me onto my side so I was facing him as he hitched my leg over his hip, his hand on my thigh burning into my skin, and causing trembles through my body.
“Hearing you say that, knowing it’s the truth… I can’t get enough. I never want to leave this house.”
The blue depths of his eyes were intense. His mouth brushed mine, the heat of passion momentarily replaced by pure love. We were mesmerized by each other, our breathing deep, eyes locked. My hand glided up his muscled arm over his shoulder, to cup his cheek.
I bit my lip as I gazed upon his beautiful face, my thumb brushing back and forth on his lower lip and then his jaw line, the little bit of stubble that I loved beginning from growth overnight.
“Cade,” I said his name and I knew the love was dripping from my voice. “I just… want you so much.” His arms gathered me close as his mouth found mine, taking my lower lip between both of his.
“I’m yours,” he said against my mouth and then his kiss became more passionate as he pulled me close. “But, I want you more. God, so much more.” He rolled me over onto my back and pressed into me again as his hand brushed my hair back. I brought my arms up to circle his back and shoulders.
I lost myself in his kisses and our glorious lovemaking. All thoughts of hunger for anything other than his mouth, his body and his love were completely forgotten.
The remnants of the candlelight bathed us in its golden glow as once again he made me his.
I woke to the sun streaming in the windows of the bedroom, casting rays that reflected off of the walls. My arms reached out for Brook in the bed beside me, as if by habit. I smiled to myself thinking that after only this short time together she was already a fixture in my life.
My arms searched the empty bed beside me as I opened my eyes. I could smell her scent on the sheets so I knew that I hadn’t dreamed the entire night before. I placed my hand over my eyes as I remembered the deliciousness of the evening and night we’d shared together.
As usual, every moment with her was ecstasy, utterly unbelievable. I took a deep breath as I buried my nose in her pillow and then dragged my naked self from the bed, grabbing my pajama bottoms as I went into the bathroom.
Her negligee was in the box again, I noted sadly, and decided I’d buy her bloody drawers full of that stuff. It was a delicious thought and I grinned, picturing it in my mind.
She’d been so beautiful last night; I’d been left breathless and entranced. I huffed in astonishment. And how she teased me for hours before letting me make love to her.
Every delectable moment of our time was burned into my brain. I couldn’t remember ever being so happy and I knew there was a shit-eating grin spread across my face, but I couldn’t bloody help it. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, noting the shower was damp, so it appeared Brook had already made use of it. Damn, a missed opportunity.
The wonderful smells emanating from the kitchen drew me from the bathroom and down the hall. She was dressed in a backless blue halter and frayed jean shorts, standing at the stove and frying bacon from the smell of it. She heard me approach and turned toward me.
“Hi, sweetie.” She was smiling as she glanced up into my face. “Are you hungry?” She set a cup of coffee in front of me and then went to the refrigerator to pour me some orange juice.
I watched her ministrations as she moved around the kitchen and I imagined that this is what it would be like if we were married. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed as the joy of it washed over me.
She was taking care of me, like only Brook could.
“Yes. Starving. You wore me out, love.” I smiled crookedly at her as I swooped her in my arms and kissed her sweet mouth. “Feel free to do it as often as you like, from this day forward.”
“I think that might be arranged,” she laughed softly as she nuzzled into my shoulder. My heart swelled as I held her and kissed her shoulder.
“What are you cooking?”
I felt so much delight just being here with her. She moved out of my arms to dish some food on the plates that were waiting on the counter.
“Um, well, I made bacon and scrambled eggs with herbs, lemon muffins and we have the stra
wberries from last night’s dessert, which well, obviously went uneaten.”
I sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen bar, and she brought me a plate filled with the luscious offerings. She smiled as she watched me; her eyes full of pleasure.
“Lemon, huh?” I smiled broadly. A lock of hair fell haphazardly over my forehead and I used my right hand to push it away.
“Yep. And, we have some champagne left if you’d like some in your orange juice?” I sliced open a muffin and loaded it up with butter. It smelled divine.
“No I’m good, honey,” I said as I dove in and took a big bite. It was hot and the flavor exploded on my tongue. “God, Brook, this is really delicious,” I said with my mouth full.
She laughed out loud at me. “What’d you expect, Cade? Pop Tarts?” She placed another plate next to mine and went to get her coffee before coming to join me.
“Um,” I swallowed. “I wasn’t sure what to expect, I suppose.” I leaned over and kissed her mouth. “You’re full of surprises.” My fingers brushed her cheek and she leaned her face into them. “I’m very happy, Brook. Thank you.”
“Well, don’t worry, I’ll let you make me Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Fruit Loops tomorrow morning.” She was laughing at my food preferences, her eyes dancing with mischief. Left on my own, I’d live on Diet Coke, cereal and sandwiches and she knew it.
“Hmmph.” I smiled back at her. She was so gorgeous, her hair still damp from her shower.
She forked some eggs into her mouth and looked at me for a moment. “I love doing this stuff for you, okay?” Her eyes were soft as she looked at me and she touched my face. I nodded and dug into my plate with relish.
“I love you, baby girl,” I said and winked at her. She smiled and put her hand on my forearm to give it a squeeze before letting go to pick up her fork.
“I was ravenous myself, you know. All that sex really takes its toll on a girl.” She raised an eyebrow as she took a drink of her coffee and smirked at me. “But hey, I’m not complaining.”
I laughed. “Eat up, regain your strength. You’re going to need it,” I teased.
“Promises, promises…” she sighed, teasing. A sweet smile was dancing across her lips and I bent to kiss her again. I couldn’t get enough of her and knew I never would. I placed my left hand on her knee as she sat beside me.
“What do you want to do today?” I asked, really wanting to know the answer. The prospect of being able to be with her like this precluded any preference as to what we’d be doing. I studied her features as she thought about it.
“I don’t know, since we can’t leave the grounds, I guess, go for a walk or lounge around by the pool. What about you?”
“I really don’t care as long as I’m with you.” My hand took hers and brought it to my lips. “I might make use of the piano for a bit, if you wouldn’t mind.” Her eyes lit up at my words. I knew she loved to hear me play. We’d spent hours sitting side-by-side on a piano bench laughing and messing around.
“I think one of the scenes we have to reshoot is that one in the bedroom, right? We could practice,” I said, tongue in cheek. “The real piano scene isn’t until the next film.”
“Yes, I know, Ryan. It’s me, Julia.” Brook rolled her eyes at me. “You have to learn the song for that scene, but it will take about thirty seconds, so what do you want to do after that?” she said and then nudged my shoulder.
Brook was always telling me how talented I was, but for me, music was a natural thing. Normal: not extraordinary. It gave me a rush that she thought I was special, though. I reached out to brush my hand along her jaw.
“Well, I could make love to you…”
Her eyes came up to mine and burned into me. What started out as a joke became very serious. I got up and moved to Brook, turning her on her stool and picking her up in my arms, her arms and legs wrapped around me.
“Or, you could make love to me.”
I kissed her deeply, my tongue moving into her mouth as her arms found their way around my neck to pull my mouth closer. She was as hungry for me as I was for her. The breakfast forgotten, I carried her down the hall.
“Or,” she whispered against my mouth, “We could make love to each other.”
God, she was perfect. The moment was perfect. Our love was perfect.
Chapter 24
Sunrise On The Beach
The warm breeze was blowing in from the open window and was stirring the curtains and the mosquito net around the bed. Cade was sound asleep after another long and glorious lovemaking session. God, he was as good at it as I’d imagined he’d be. He brought my body to new heights each and every time he touched me.
I was lying on his chest and could hear the steady beat of his heart and the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. This was so perfect. Too, perfect.
It was dark, the moon shining in through the window, the only light. My mind had been racing since I woke from a dream and since, I couldn’t go back to sleep. Being here with him like this, I didn’t understand why I’d have a bad dream unless it was just anxiety at our impending departure. I woke up sweating with my heart beating wildly, the dream leaving me unsettled. It was ridiculous really. I mean, we were together, so why in the hell was I having nightmares about losing him to someone else?
It was strange. I couldn’t see the face of the woman taunting in the dream, but she felt familiar. We were standing on the red carpet at one of our premiers, laughing and signing autographs, when suddenly someone took his hand and pulled him away from me. The woman was ambiguous; I didn’t know what she looked like, what color her hair was, just that she was beautiful. My mind was filled with flashes of Cade moving further and further away from me.
“Cade’s mine now. You’ve had him long enough and he doesn’t want you anymore.” Her sultry voice still haunted me, even though now; I was wide-awake.
The worst part was he didn’t protest. He didn’t tell her that he loved me, just let go of me and went with her, to be absorbed in a huge mass of screaming women. I woke up panting and frantic. I pushed my damp hair off of my forehead.
“Hmmph…” I let out my breath in a whoosh. What, am I going fucking crazy?
After how loving he’d been and how often he tells me his feelings, having this dream was completely unexplainable. The expression in his eyes whenever he looked at me told me that he was mine.
Forever.
So what the fuck? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I wasn’t going to be one of those insecure idiots. He was who he was, and women would want him and be blatant about it, so I’d better get my head on straight.
Still, the emotions that flowed over me as I thought about him, touched him and made love with him did scare me quite a bit. I felt a little out of control and that was not like me. I was always in control, which was why I’d fought my feelings for Cade for so long. I didn’t want to be out of control of my heart or my life. Loving him was something I couldn’t control.
I moved away from him gently so as not to wake him, and lie there staring at the ceiling. I glanced at the clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. I turned on my side to again look at the beautiful man beside me, the moonlight streaming in from the windows casting an eerie bluish glow about the room and across his features.
At the sight of him, love rushed over me and my heart beat faster. I reached out my hand to brush back the lock of hair that fell across his forehead. Loving someone this much could be dangerous.
Maybe the dream was my conscience telling me to be careful, be prepared for the worst. How could I ever be prepared for losing him? I wasn’t prepared for anything about him. I shook myself again.
The gentle way he came in and took over my heart, my very life, was completely beyond my control, unstoppable. My heart would not be denied when it came to him, he was completely irresistible. And therein was the problem.
Cade was irresistible. No question. He was good through and through which meant more than his looks or even his talent. Not just to me, b
ut soon, to the whole friggin’ world.
I tossed in the bed and finally decided to get up. Trying to sleep was hopeless in my current state. I didn’t want to wake him so I decided to go for a walk. Maybe it would calm me down and help me put some things in perspective. I pulled on some lace panties and Cade’s discarded T-shirt from the floor beside the bed. It was way too big and hit me halfway between my thigh and knee.
I sighed at the memory of taking it off of him, kissing his stomach and chest as I pushed it up his arms and over his head.
God, he was so delicious. Just thinking about our lovemaking brought a flush to my skin and made my panties damp.
His scent on the shirt engulfed me as I padded out of the bedroom and into the living room to look out at the ocean view. I knew it wasn’t really a good idea to leave the gated grounds, but my tumultuous thoughts left me feeling caged in. I wanted to walk on the beach and clear my head. Surely, at this time of the morning there wouldn’t be anyone to see me.
Cade probably wouldn’t wake up while I was gone, but I left him a note on the pillow, just in case, though I wrote it in the dark, so it was most likely a scribbled mess.
Couldn’t sleep. I’m going for a walk on the beach. The breeze feels so beautiful.
I’ll be back before you miss me.
Yours,
~B
Kissing him softly on the forehead, my hand twined in the silken strands of dark gold hair at his forehead and pushed it off his face again.
That hair. Even in sleep he was so damn sexy.
I grabbed one of the big beach towels from the bathroom so I’d be able to sit on the beach without getting sand inside my underwear.
That would be bad. Very bad. I laughed softly to myself.
