Lucky Star: A Hollywood Love Story by Rebecca Norinne Caudill Page B

alone, and then basically disappeared from your life without a word? Imagine, for a second, what that would do to you? To your self esteem?”
    When he tried to interrupt me this time, I stalled him by raising my hand in the universal signal for “now wait just a goddamn minute so I can finish saying my piece.”
    “I try not to feel bad about myself, ever. I’m a bigger girl and I know it. Most of the time I love my curves. Hell I celebrate them. But all I could think for those first few days after you left was that I had disgusted you. It isn’t lost on me that guys like you don’t fall for girls like me.”
    Cameron pulled me into his arms and told me, quite emphatically, to shut the fuck up.
    “I don’t think I’ll ever stop apologizing for what I did, but it never once occurred to me you would jump to that conclusion. Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve always been so self-assured. You’re beautiful, you have to know that. So what if you’re not some stick thin waif? I love everything about your body.” He ran his hands down my arms, his eyes flicking over my chest, trapped under the thin cotton tank top I wore. “Your breasts drive me wild. Sometimes I find myself just staring at them, lost in thought of what I could do to them, and then I’ll want nothing more than to lift them to my face so that I can drown in you.”
    He dropped to his knees and placed his hands on my waist before leaning in to plant several kisses over my rounded belly and up my ribcage. “Sometimes during the middle of the day people have been talking to me and I haven’t heard a word they’ve said because I’m so lost in imagining myself on my knees … worshiping you, worshiping your body.”
    He lifted the hem of my shirt and trailed kisses along my bare skin in between his words. As his hands slid up under the thin cotton fabric they left goose bumps in their wake. He didn’t stop their ascent and soon he cupped each of my breasts in his warm, gentle hands. Compared to everything we had already done to each other, the gesture was a fairly innocent one, but the combination of his thumbs caressing my nipples and the words he whispered – words that silenced my misgivings and doubt – was so erotic that I felt myself growing impossibly wet and aroused by it. My desire for him pooled between my thighs and I knew if he touched me the way I wanted him to, even through the barrier of my clothes, I’d definitely come.
    “Since that first time together … I’ve woken up at night hard for you … wanting to bury myself in you … remembering the sweet, salty taste of you on my lips, on my tongue, in my soul.”
    He licked my stomach and I almost collapsed. He trailed his hands down the sides of my body and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants. Sliding them past my hips and down my thighs to tangle at my ankles, he placed a provocative, open-mouthed kiss just below my belly button and then continued licking his way down my body. The sight of him crouched in front of me as he did wickedly delightful things with his mouth was something I’d fantasized about many times but never thought I’d experience. Now I had knowledge of the real thing – his tongue on my inflamed flesh, licking me to distraction – to replace those insufficient fantasies.
    I tried to hold out, to savor the feel of him between my thighs, but the expertise of his tongue as it moved over my warm, soft flesh was no match for my willpower. On my next breath a deep, shuddering gasp was forced from my lungs and a dizzying climax took hold of my body, ten thousand tiny particles of pleasure exploding out from the red curls between my thighs to dance along my dewy skin.
    When my knees gave out, Cameron scooped me into his arms and marched us purposefully to my bedroom where he tossed me onto the bed. Landing with a bounce, I caught my breath on an exclamation as I looked up to see him tearing his clothes off as quickly as possible. Once he was