mean.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t want to say ye s and then you change your mind—decide I was just a fling. I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
He laughed and hugged me. “I’ve never asked a woman to move in with me in my life, not even women I considered to be my girlfriend s. I just can’t imagine waking up and you not being in my bed next to me. I know there are going to be times when we’ll be separated, but for right now, I want you close to me. Move in with me.”
“What do I do with my house?”
“Keep it; rent it out to someone…whatever you want to do.”
I thought about it while he was on his press tour down the East Coast. It didn’t take much to convince me because I missed Caden so much my whole body felt achy, like I had the flu. We Skyped every night, and, to my surprise, Caden seemed to be more miserable than me. Even though he met up with his good friend in New York, Gordon Washington, he refused to go out with him until he had talked to me.
The tabloids showed Caden out on the town, but what they didn’t show were the numerous phone calls I got from various nightclubs and restaurants where he spent most of his time talking to me, usually yelling over the music in the background.
“I just want to get home,” he would moan.
I looked at the face of this handsome young man, still growing into his looks, and I would melt. I wanted him back so badly, but I didn’t want to be one of those women that simper and moan and make demands, so I tried to be upbeat. “It’s only a few more days, and just think about the sex we’re going to have when you get back.”
“Believe me, that’s what keeps me going—imagining you under me, on me , and straddling me. I want to feel your smooth skin and suck on those perfect nipples. You know what my favorite part of your body is?”
“No, what is it?”
“The small of your back. The curve from your back to your sweet little ass.”
“You know what my favorite part of yours is?”
“What?”
“The little line of hair from your bellybutton to your package.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope, especially when it’s peaking up over your jeans.”
He laughed so loud that I started laughing too. God, I missed him.
When he came home, I picked him up at the airport. His hand was between my legs while I made my way up the 405. “Don’t! I’m trying to drive.”
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
“W ell, keep your hand to yourself. You’re making it very difficult for me to drive.”
“Are we going to my house or yours?”
“I thought you’d want to go to yours. I gave Gabriella the afternoon off and told Lorenzo not to bother us.”
“Lorenzo called me about a horse for sale. He’s driving down to Rancho Santa Fe to look at a filly for me, so I don’t think he’ll be bothering us.”
We grinned at each other.
“Please, don’t go away again. I kept imagining you with all those women in the tabloids.”
He ruffled my hair. “God, if you’re going to date an actor, you have to learn to ignore the tabloids. The last one I read said that I was marrying Jessica. Jessica bats for the other team and I’m supposed to be marrying her!”
We rolled through the ornamental gates to his home and drove up the driveway. Climbing out of the Porsche, he grabbed his duffle bag and we started for the door. It was no sooner closed behind me and he had me pinned up against the wall, his hands groping me, mine trying to pull his shirt over his head. He reached under my skirt and pulled on my panties , which, to the surprise of both of us, ripped in his hands. Undoing his belt and zipper, he let his trousers fall to the floor, then lifted me up around his waist and down onto his shaft. He slid in with ease.
Looking down, he grinned at me and then started pumping up and down. I hung on with my legs around his waist while he did most of the work. I was amazed at how
“What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t want to say ye s and then you change your mind—decide I was just a fling. I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
He laughed and hugged me. “I’ve never asked a woman to move in with me in my life, not even women I considered to be my girlfriend s. I just can’t imagine waking up and you not being in my bed next to me. I know there are going to be times when we’ll be separated, but for right now, I want you close to me. Move in with me.”
“What do I do with my house?”
“Keep it; rent it out to someone…whatever you want to do.”
I thought about it while he was on his press tour down the East Coast. It didn’t take much to convince me because I missed Caden so much my whole body felt achy, like I had the flu. We Skyped every night, and, to my surprise, Caden seemed to be more miserable than me. Even though he met up with his good friend in New York, Gordon Washington, he refused to go out with him until he had talked to me.
The tabloids showed Caden out on the town, but what they didn’t show were the numerous phone calls I got from various nightclubs and restaurants where he spent most of his time talking to me, usually yelling over the music in the background.
“I just want to get home,” he would moan.
I looked at the face of this handsome young man, still growing into his looks, and I would melt. I wanted him back so badly, but I didn’t want to be one of those women that simper and moan and make demands, so I tried to be upbeat. “It’s only a few more days, and just think about the sex we’re going to have when you get back.”
“Believe me, that’s what keeps me going—imagining you under me, on me , and straddling me. I want to feel your smooth skin and suck on those perfect nipples. You know what my favorite part of your body is?”
“No, what is it?”
“The small of your back. The curve from your back to your sweet little ass.”
“You know what my favorite part of yours is?”
“What?”
“The little line of hair from your bellybutton to your package.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope, especially when it’s peaking up over your jeans.”
He laughed so loud that I started laughing too. God, I missed him.
When he came home, I picked him up at the airport. His hand was between my legs while I made my way up the 405. “Don’t! I’m trying to drive.”
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
“W ell, keep your hand to yourself. You’re making it very difficult for me to drive.”
“Are we going to my house or yours?”
“I thought you’d want to go to yours. I gave Gabriella the afternoon off and told Lorenzo not to bother us.”
“Lorenzo called me about a horse for sale. He’s driving down to Rancho Santa Fe to look at a filly for me, so I don’t think he’ll be bothering us.”
We grinned at each other.
“Please, don’t go away again. I kept imagining you with all those women in the tabloids.”
He ruffled my hair. “God, if you’re going to date an actor, you have to learn to ignore the tabloids. The last one I read said that I was marrying Jessica. Jessica bats for the other team and I’m supposed to be marrying her!”
We rolled through the ornamental gates to his home and drove up the driveway. Climbing out of the Porsche, he grabbed his duffle bag and we started for the door. It was no sooner closed behind me and he had me pinned up against the wall, his hands groping me, mine trying to pull his shirt over his head. He reached under my skirt and pulled on my panties , which, to the surprise of both of us, ripped in his hands. Undoing his belt and zipper, he let his trousers fall to the floor, then lifted me up around his waist and down onto his shaft. He slid in with ease.
Looking down, he grinned at me and then started pumping up and down. I hung on with my legs around his waist while he did most of the work. I was amazed at how
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