by Lana Xavier
When I touched his shoulder, his eyes snapped open and he swallowed hard before shaking his head. “Don’t apologize. You’re right.”
“Why did you say those things to me?” I asked, knowing I was probably pushing him further than he would’ve liked, but needing to hear the answer. “Do you really want space? Or did you just want to push me away before I read about your past?”
His solemn gaze settled on mine as he said, “I knew she was letting it out, she called to tell me as much. Gave me one last chance to stick to the terms of my contract.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No, I didn’t. I told her to release it.”
I frowned, not following his reasoning. “If you told her to do it, then why push me away after?”
He sighed and plopped down to the couch, propping his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. He stared at the floor as he began to explain.
“Honestly? I really don’t know. I just thought it’d be easier for me to push you away before you read all that shit about me and decided you couldn’t handle being with me. Create some distance, you know?”
I did know. I knew all too well.
After all, I hid in New York for three weeks just to avoid him.
It really didn’t help.
“You know that I don’t care, right?”
“Most of that shit was true, Sabrina. Almost all of it, actually.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re not that guy anymore.”
He finally looked up at me and I could see the desperation in his eyes as he asked, “Yeah?”
I sat on the couch beside him and forced his eyes to stay on me by cupping his cheek. “Yeah. It doesn’t matter to me. If you still want me—I’m yours. My only condition is that we need to figure out what we’re going to do before I go.”
Caleb nodded. “We will, I promise. Tomorrow.”
With a small smile, I dared to ask the question that popped into my head.
“Does that mean you still want me?”
“Of course it fucking does,” he huffed, turning his body to face me. “I never not wanted you. I’m just great at screwing things up, remember?”
I nodded and leaned forward just enough to brush my lips against his. Before he could make a move to deepen the kiss, I pulled back and said, “You should probably try to fix things now.”
“I can do that,” he whispered as he held my head firmly in place with his hands and crashed his lips hard against mine.
My soft cry of pleasure was muffled against his mouth as he slowly rose from the couch and made his way in front of me. He never broke our kiss, but I felt him tugging me forward when he knelt down on his knees.
I broke away to give him a confused look.
“Stand up,” he roughly commanded.
Once I was standing he made quick work of my pants, tugging them down my hips and lifting my feet out of them. My panties followed next and before I could even utter the word ‘bedroom’, Caleb grabbed the back of my knees and yanked, sending my ass flying back towards the couch.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest from the adrenaline of the fall and I had no time to recover before he propped my thighs on his shoulders and dipped his head down, burying his face in my pussy. I gasped and reached for something on the couch—a blanket, pillow, anything to twist my hands into—only to come up empty. So I sunk fingers into his short hair and held on as he ravaged my clit with his expert tongue.
“Holy fuck, Caleb,” I moaned, his name turning into a squeal as his teeth grazed my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I opened my eyes to find him watching me heatedly and I felt the urge to pull my shirt over my head and pop off my bra. He growled as my chest was revealed, one of his hands coming up from underneath my thigh to tightly grasp my breast in his hand. I trailed my fingers to the other, pinching and twisting my nipple.
Caleb pulled my other hand out of his hair to place it on my breast and I immediately pinched that nipple as well, drawing a groan out of Caleb as he watched the show I was giving him. I slowly licked my lips, silently reveling in his rapt attention.
After another minute or so of my little show, it became clear that Caleb was reaching his breaking point. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, rapidly flicking that wicked tongue of his over my swollen clit and thrusting two fingers inside of my soaked channel.
My hips bucked immediately and tried to grind against him, but I wasn’t in any kind of position to be able to do it. With his other hand placed on my navel and gently holding me down, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was stuck taking whatever he wanted to give me and right now, it was clearly an orgasm.
It didn’t take long before I was at the brink and I bit my lip so hard I was almost certain I drew blood. I screamed when he suddenly sucked my clitoris into his mouth and added a third finger to my pussy, the abruptness of both sensations startling me over the edge.
My legs quaked on his shoulders and he wrapped his hands around them to keep me still as wave after wave of electricity shot through me. I could feel him grinning against my flesh as he continued to gently work my clit until I started whimpering in protest.
When he lifted his head and crawled up my body, I instantly noticed that his chin and lips were covered with my juices. The sight turned me on even more and I gripped his shoulders and drug him against my body, licking my juices from his bottom lip before pulling it into my mouth and sucking.
Caleb grunted and shifted against me, letting me feel just how much he needed me. I moaned against his lips and before I fully realized what he was doing, he had my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped my ass to raise me from the couch.
“I need you,” I whispered into his ear as he carried me through the trailer towards his bedroom. “Please, Caleb.”
He groaned and stopped, turning to press my back against the wall and kiss me soundly on the lips, pulling all the remaining air out of my lungs. When he pulled away, we were both panting and he leaned his forehead against mine and stared down into my eyes.
“I need you too, baby,” he whispered as he rocked his hips gently against me. “Only you.”
My body shuddered at the implication of his words and he lifted me into his arms once again, completing the trek to his bedroom quickly and immediately covering my body with his own on top of his comfortable bed.
It was then that I realized that I could feel all his clothes against my bare skin and when his hands began exploring my body, I realized his intention.
“No. No more foreplay,” I said after I pulled my lips away from his. “Just fuck me.”
He sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head, looking down at me seriously as he asked, “You sure? Cause I’ll gladly spend hours making you come with my hands and mouth.”
I groaned, my back arching slightly at the thought. “Later. I want you in me now.”
Without another word, he unbuckled his jeans and stood from the bed to take them off, pulling everything else off along with it. Once he was fully naked, he crawled back on the bed and grinned down at me.
“This what you want?” he slyly asked as he rocked his hips forward, rubbing the underside of his thick length against my inner thigh.
“God, yes. Please!”
“I love hearing you beg for it,” he murmured into my ear.
I was about ready to tell him to put it in me or fuck off when he shoved forward, slamming his entire length home with one hard thrust. I gasped in surprise as my eyes rolled back. We only spent a week apart and I had somehow already forgotten just how good it felt having him stretching me.
“Missed this so much,” he whispered as he began to gently rock his hips, moving his cock slowly and purposely inside me. “I didn’t think you’d speak to me after all that shit came out.”
“As if I could stay away from you,” I said with a breathless laugh, looking up into his blue eyes.
Eyes that told me he felt the exact same way as I did.
Without anot
her word, he began legitimately thrusting, keeping his eyes locked on mine as we fucked.
No, made love. This time was far different than the rest. His eyes held emotions and promises I didn’t think I’d ever see in them and the connection between us was enough to send waves of pleasure shooting through me faster than I thought possible.
His eyes widened with surprise as he felt the telltale way my muscles began to clench around him and he muttered, “You’re close.”
“Yeah.”
“Already?”
I whimpered helplessly and nodded, hoping that he’d put me out of my misery and push me over the edge.
As usual, Caleb didn’t disappoint.
He slammed his hips forward, growling over my loud yelp of surprise. He propped himself up on one arm and reached for my thigh with the other, bringing it up high and pressing it as close to my chest as I could stretch it. The slight change in position made helpless cries fall from my lips as he smoothly continued to plow in and out of me, rolling his hips at the end of every thrust and grinding against me.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed as my climax continued to build in pressure, but the actual release still seemed so far away. I squirmed below him, taking every bit of his cock that he gave me while trying in vain to get enough friction to finally come.
Caleb had pushed my leg even closer to my chest and I could feel the muscles in my thigh burning from the strain. When he angled his body down closer to mine and panted in my ear, the strain grew sharper, but the pleasure was still too great for the pain to even register in my mind.
He alternated between panting and grunting in my ear as we both continued to draw closer to orgasm. My body was roaring with frustration—why had I still not finished? I was so, so close.
“Damn, girl... You’re always so fucking wet,” Caleb panted, pulling his head back just enough to look my in the eye. “Makes it really hard not to come the moment I get inside you.”
Sparks of pleasure shot straight to my core and I locked my arms around his neck as I breathed out, “More.”
There was a brief moment where he seemed confused, but he quickly realized what I wanted. He let my leg down and hooked it on his hip before shifting so I could wrap my other leg around him as well. I locked them together at my ankles, squeezing the walls of my sex tightly around him.
Caleb groaned and tilted his head forward, resting it against my shoulder. “Fuck, so tight. Too tight.”
“Yesss,” I hissed, wanting nothing more than to hear his gravelly voice saying more filthy, wicked things in my ear. Climax was within reach, but I almost wanted to hold back so he would keep talking.
“You like that, huh?” he whispered darkly, turning to kiss and bite the skin of my neck. “Like it when I tell you how good your pussy feels wrapped around my cock?”
“Oh god yes. More, please,” I begged.
“Do you like knowing that I’ve never felt anything as good as being inside you? That the reason I arranged to do this movie was because after our night together, I couldn’t get you out of my head?”
The admittance itself was enough to push me over the edge, but I grit my teeth together and forced myself not to come yet.
“More!”
Caleb thrust harder into me and I nearly lost control of my orgasm. His head pulled away and he looked down at me, the blue of his irises almost completely dominated by the blackness of his pupils.
“I think I’m in love with you, Sabrina.”
His name tore from my throat as I released, unable to fight it any longer. Caleb’s head rested against my shoulder as he fought his own climax in order to pump into me throughout mine, making it last as long as he possibly could.
Just as the aftershocks began, his entire body shuddered and he slammed into me one last time. I felt him swell and pulsate, unloading every drop of his cum deep inside me. The warm sensation sent another small wave of ecstasy rocketing through me and my back arched, pressing my breasts up against his firm chest.
After a few moments of silence that was only broken by our ragged breaths, I cracked open my eyes and smiled at him.
When I saw the frown on his face, my smile faded and I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry. I forgot... Fuck, I forgot I wasn’t wearing a condom.”
Part of me had forgotten as well, but it had felt so damn good that I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
I offered him a small shrug and said, “Shit happens.”
He let out a surprised peal of laughter and shook his head, a huge grin spreading across his lips as he caressed my cheek.
“I take back what I said.”
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Which part?”
His eyes softened and my heart pounded hard in my chest.
“The part where I said I think I’m in love with you. I don’t think it—I know it. I love you, Sabrina.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but his palm covered my lips before any words came out.
“You don’t need to say it back. I just wanted you to know. You told me you wanted something you didn’t think I could give you, but you were wrong. We both were. I can give you those things.”
I waited for him to remove his hand from my mouth before I nodded in agreement. “I realize that now. But two months ago, you wouldn’t have said that.”
Caleb shrugged, his eyes darting away from me as he said, “Well, things change. People change.”
“I can see that,” I whispered, reaching up to turn his cheek until he was looking at me once again. I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing that I at the very least owed him a confession of my own feelings. “I love you, too.”
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever said those words to,” he admitted softly, stroking my hair with a tenderness that I didn’t even realize he possessed.
Caleb Bradshaw was just full of surprises.
“I hope I’m the only woman you’ll ever say those words to.”
Immediately after it came out, I regretted the desperation of my words. It was illogical to think that right after our first declarations of love that he’d be ready to commit to a life together. Absolutely absurd, not to mention pathetic.
With a blush staining my cheeks, I quickly looked away from his searing gaze.
But he gripped my chin and turned me back, staring down at me with intensity as he said, “I hope so too.”
That was really all I needed to hear. No overblown promises, just a mutual hope that we would work out.
“Can I stay the night?” I asked, trying to push away some of the tension that lingered in the air between us.
“You better,” he said with a grin, and just like that, we were back to normal.
Back to us. Just Sabrina and Caleb.
The worries about our careers and reputations faded to the back my mind as he curled up behind me and drew me close, making me feel safer than I ever had before in the knowledge that this was going to work.
We would find a way to make sure of it, distance and schedules be damned.
* * *
Chapter Sixteen
Five months later...
Anne’s definition of ‘fast-track’ turned out to be very different than I expected.
Granted I had no idea how long it normally took for the post-production of a film to take, but Nathan had insisted that releasing the movie five months after filming was rather impressive. Especially for studio this size.
Either way, it was finally all wrapped up. The red carpet premiere was tonight and the studio had flown Candace and I into Los Angeles to attend.
Which is why I was standing in a hotel bathroom and putting the finishing touches on my makeup. Candace was scurrying around the main room as she got dressed, having declined the offer to get ready in Nathan’s room.
“If I go in there with you, there’s no way we’ll be presentable by the time we get out,” she had dryly pointed out before shoving her boyfriend out of the room and demanding privacy.
“Sa
brina, you almost ready?” she called, bringing me back to the present.
“Yeah, one sec!”
I smoothed down the imaginary wrinkles in my dress for the twentieth time since putting it on, wondering why the hell I let my sister convince me to wear this.
The dress was beautiful, but it really wasn’t my style. Plus it was very, very white—which was like a karmic invitation to spill wine all over it. The dress almost looked like something a bride would wear to a beach wedding in Hawaii.
Both Candace and Nathan had rolled their eyes when I pointed that out and insisted that the dress was gorgeous. Candace seemed especially upset considering she had picked out and bought the dress for me. Eventually, I caved under the weight of her sad pout and agreed to wear it.
Bad choice.
“SABRINA!”
“What?”
“Let’s GO!”
I rolled my eyes in the mirror and spun around, grumbling as I exited the bathroom and headed for the door to wait for Candace. When I reached the foyer of the hotel room, my entire body froze in shock.
“What are you doing here?” I asked incredulously as I took a hesitant step closer. “I thought filming wasn’t done until Wednesday?”
“We wrapped early,” he explained with a shrug and a grin. “Thought I’d surprise you.”
Suddenly, my worries about the dress and walking the carpet alone were the last things on my mind. I rushed over to him as quickly as I could manage to in these ridiculous heels and threw my arms around his neck.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Candace subtly exit the room to give us a moment of privacy. When the door softly clicked shut, I turned my head to bury my face against Caleb’s neck and deeply inhale his masculine scent.
“I missed you,” he whispered into my hair.
I sighed happily when I felt his strong arms wrap around my back and tug me firmly into his body heat.
“I missed you too. But it’s only been two weeks,” I reminded him.
“Yeah. Two weeks too long,” he said with a crooked smile as he pulled away enough to look down at me.
